"You are too kind, everyone."
As many Foundation-building Cultivators respectfully bowed and greeted him, Jiang Ding walked through them and took a seat just below the seat of honor.
In the Cultivation World, one cannot afford such deference in these matters.
If you yield, they will take an inch and ask for a mile, unashamedly assuming that you are in decline, inviting more tests and troubles.
Although not afraid, it is unnecessary.
He slightly closed his eyes, entering a semi-cultivation state.
Only then did Lei Linghe and the others stand up, looking around. They could see the relief in each other's eyes, as well as a deep sense of unwillingness.
Half-step Golden Core Combat Power!
Such a person, and so young, his status is only below that of the two Patriarchs now.
Truly a case of the name matching the reality!
This term of address as Uncle-Master, no matter what one thinks inside, must be said out loud.
