Wu Rong immediately saw this man's helplessness.
Smiling, he beckoned. "Serve Mr. Yu some tea."
The little fellow formed from the devil scampered into the rear hall to boil the tea.
In less than a moment, he approached carrying a teapot and tea cups.
"Please, Mr. Yu." Wu Rong made a welcoming gesture.
He picked up the tea bowl beside the table and explained, "I have no fine tea here. It cannot compare to the Worthy Tower in the royal city. Please forgive me if it does not suit your taste."
Yu Shen held the tea cup, inhaled its fragrance, then drank.
He praised, "My lord is far too modest. This is already excellent spirit tea."
He examined Wu Rong once more before withdrawing his gaze. This marquis did not look mad, nor did he seem like a fool. How could he have said something so rash?
He must have been driven too hard by the Ghost Clan.
Having never encountered a third-step cultivator, he had grown anxious.
That was only human nature.
Yet the resolve in Yu Shen's eyes when he had left the Worthy Tower was slowly replaced by uncertainty about the future.
He had thought this would be a wise lord.
Unfortunately, there were troubles within and foes without, and he was far too green.
Even if he truly were a divine dragon capable of soaring through the skies, he was now creeping through an abyss, unable to turn himself over.
Yu Shen set down his tea cup and slightly cupped his hands. "The best strategy: My lord enters the realm of a Dao Sovereign, and more than half this predicament will be resolved."
"Proceed step by step and govern with diligence. I see that my lord's future stretches long ahead. You should have ample time to