Old Man Zhuanyu held a very high position in the Golden Thread Pavilion. There was no doubt about that.
And as his newly accepted disciple, Yang An had instantly risen from an inconspicuous ordinary cultivator to an elder's disciple, his status soaring like the tide.
He had come all this way for the Golden Thread Sect Seal, yet until now, he had not even met the ruler of Purple River State.
But as Old Man Zhuanyu's disciple, standing behind the seat of honor, every move he made drew the attention of everyone present.
It had to be said, this was the difference.
Hearing Yang An's question, no one below took the initiative to step forward. Instead, the entire group turned in unison to look at one person.
He was a large bald man with a perfectly round head and a gleaming scalp, but no ears. There was only a small hole on either side of his head.
"Jiu Deng! They're calling you!"
The bald fellow—Jiu Deng, the ruler of Purple River State—rubbed his head, finally realizing what was happening, and immediately stepped out from the crowd.
"May I ask what Elder Zhuan Yu requires?"
He looked toward Old Man Zhuanyu and asked in confusion.
This guy... had bad hearing?
Yang An raised an eyebrow slightly and made that assessment.
"It is not this old man who seeks you, but this old man's disciple. See to his needs.
This old man will only say it once. If you do not hear clearly, I will throw you out to feed the demons."
Old Man Zhuanyu naturally knew what Jiu Deng was like and spoke to him with a smiling face.
"Oh, oh! Fine! Fine! I will certainly do as you say!"
Bald Jiu Deng tilted his head slightly, straining hard to hear