Before Ji Zhaoyang and Shen Yuan could alight from the carriage, a wealthy middle-aged man with a face full of riches and hands adorned with Storage Rings hurriedly ran out of the Treasure House.
The body resembling a ball of flesh displayed an agility beyond the ordinary, taking two steps in place of three as he arrived before the carriage, bowing into the carriage as he said:
"It turns out to be the Third Imperial Prince gracing us with his presence. This old man has failed to meet you from afar, please forgive my oversight, Your Highness!"
Ji Zhaoyang stepped out of the carriage slowly, looking at the wealthy middle-aged man before him with an expression that was both smiling and not smiling.
"Executive Qian of the prestigious Treasure Drop Mercantile Association, who oversees affairs in the Primal Chaos Realm, you did not go to receive the Crown Prince, yet you come to see this insignificant Third Imperial Prince?"
