Collision

"May I ask how I should address you, sir?"

Qiangu Zhangting wore a finely tailored golden formal suit, its fabric patterned with flowing dark motifs that made his already upright figure appear even more imposing.

Facing Nan Fusheng, he gave a slight nod and extended his right hand. A perfectly measured smile rested on his face as he said calmly, with a faint trace of concealed pride, "Qiangu Zhangting. I currently serve as a Spirit Emissary of the Spirit Pagoda."

Nan Fusheng put on no airs. He extended his hand as well and gave his a light shake, his voice calm and steady. "Nan Fusheng, Governor of Skysea City."

Governor of Skysea City?

Qiangu Zhangting's heart stirred slightly before realization dawned on him. Skysea City was the foremost of East Sea's five first-tier cities. For Nan Fusheng to be its Governor meant he was undoubtedly a member of the Federation Parliament.

He silently took note of that identity. At the same time, taking advantage of their brief contact during the handshake, he discreetly circulated the Soul Power within his body, attempting to gauge the depth of the other man's strength.

This banquet had gathered important figures from every sector of the Federation, most of whom were close to the Spirit Pagoda. In such a setting, using Spiritual Power to scan others would undoubtedly be extremely rude. One careless move could offend someone, making the gain not worth the loss.

Thus, using a seemingly natural handshake to roughly gauge another person's strength had become one of his usual methods.

A moment later, Qiangu Zhangting had reached a conclusion: very young, probably no older than twenty-five, yet his Soul Power was already nearing that of a Soul Douluo.

Combined with his status as a Federation Councilor, such credentials made him an outstanding