"Are you even qualified to ask about my identity?"
The disdainful voice sounded again.
Immediately after, at the staircase, a few young men dressed in brocade clothes slowly walked up the stairs to the second floor.
The person leading wore a white jade crown and a robe adorned with sun and moon motifs. His black hair was lustrous and his eyes were cold.
As he strode forward, a noble aura permeated the air, as if a heavenly king had descended upon the world, making people not dare to look directly at him.
"People from Dashang?"
The skinny man's complexion suddenly changed when he saw the other party's attire. His expression gradually became solemn.
Everyone knew that in the territory of Dashang, ordinary people were unable to cultivate.
Those who could cultivate were undoubtedly representatives of Dashang in terms of their background!
