"Marquis."
The cultivators in official robes arrayed before the Map Repository Hall all bowed respectfully.
Though the nobles invested by the royal city could not command them, setting aside their titles, every marquis possessed strength enough to earn their respectful salute.
The civil officials of the Map Repository looked toward that marquis.
He wore a wine-red Daoist robe and a flat-topped crown, his hair tied up with meticulous precision.
Beneath his hair knot, his deep eyes held a restrained starry sky. An aquiline nose, like a mountain peak supporting heaven, cleaved through the harmony of his features. His nose twitched faintly. "Are the preparations complete?"
"Reporting to Your Marquis, the terrestrial celestial mechanism has been adjusted. We only await Your Marquis's selection of your fief."
The Map Repository civil official cupped his hands.
The man was unmistakably a Great Saint. Judging by his attire, he was a high official wielding great authority.
However, he did not look human.
Among this group of cultivators, only Wu Rong and Master Ruzang looked remotely human.
Even Yu Shen was no exception.
He was lanky and thin, with a faint blue glow in his eyes and legs that vaguely showed signs of bending backward.
His bluish-white face made his complexion appear all the paler.
Wu Rong had long since ceased to find this strange.
Nor did he hold any prejudice.
There were countless living beings in this world. Even in the Eastern Wasteland, where human cultivators dominated, demons, monsters, ghosts, and fiends were innumerable.
No matter where they were, so long as it was still the cultivation world, cultivators who did not know one another would address each other as Fellow Daoist.
Led by that Earth Envoy, Wu Rong entered the Map Repository.
Passing palace halls layered like mountain ranges and walking through corridors,