For someone like Lord Huang, even Lu Feihong has never dared to offend him, and towards this Divine Lord, he has always had a sense of currying favor.
"Greetings, Divine Lord!" Lu Feihong respectfully saluted Huang Shulang.
Huang Shulang coldly waved his sleeve and said, "Alright, no need for formalities!"
Huang Shulang's impatient attitude made him seem even colder and more detestable. It could be considered quite rude, but Lu Feihong dared not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he was full of smiles as he said, "Thank you, Divine Lord!"
Behind Huang Shulang stood a man in black. At first glance, Lu Feihong didn't find him remarkable.
After all, he was just a martial artist at the middle stage of the Merak Realm, but upon a closer look at him, Lu Feihong was greatly shocked: this person's cultivation level seemed to be no less than his own. This made Lu Feihong feel uneasy, and he couldn't help but take another look at this person.
