"Prince Rong's Mansion, Mo Wenshen!" The black-clothed swordsman appeared above Cloud Sky, stepping down in front of the old man. His long narrow eyes flashed with a cold gaze as he glared icily at the old man.
Although the old man's eyes flickered, he wasn't intimidated by the name Mo Wenshen. Yet, the mere mention of "Prince Rong" caused him to tremble all over.
Prince Rong, one of the Four Great Princes of the current Central Holy Nation, holds one of the highest and most powerful positions within the nation.
It's no exaggeration to say that in today's Central Holy Nation, aside from the reigning Emperor, the Four Great Princes wield boundless authority.
The old man composed his expression and slowly cupped his fist, saying, "May I dare to ask, Sir, are you truly from Prince Rong's Mansion?"
Mo Wenshen glanced at him, casually tossing out a token that hovered in mid-air.
