"Greetings, fellow cultivator. This old woman, Qian Zhiya, pays her respects," the old woman said. Naturally, she was speaking to Hong Zhen. After all, with his Soul King cultivation, Hong Zhen was clearly the leader of their group.
"Hello, Senior. I'm Hong Zhen, the lord of Anyang City and an imperial viscount." As the saying went, one did not strike a smiling face. Since the other party had taken the initiative to show goodwill, Hong Zhen naturally would not pick a fight. He answered politely.
His reply was rather interesting. It revealed his identity while also carrying a hint of warning.
Sure enough, after hearing Hong Zhen introduce himself, the old woman, Qian Zhiya, showed a trace of surprise and caution in her cloudy eyes. Then she smiled and said, "So you're City Lord Hong. I've long admired your reputation."
Both Zhu Ziyang and Jiang Nannan found those words somewhat amusing. Hong Zhen was only a Soul King—where had he gotten such a great reputation? This was the so-called etiquette of the Soul Master World.
"You flatter me, Senior." Hong Zhen was naturally quite familiar with this etiquette. He first offered a modest reply, then asked, "May I ask, Senior, are you also interested in this group of Soul Beasts?"
"That's right." Seeing Hong Zhen get straight to the point, Qian Zhiya stopped being polite and admitted without hesitation, "My little granddaughter broke through to the Soul Elder realm not long ago. That three-thousand-year-old Saber-toothed Light Wolf is just right for her."
As she spoke, Qian Zhiya proudly glanced at the young girl beside her. It was clear that the old woman had great confidence in her granddaughter. Yet she wanted her to absorb a three-thousand-year Soul Ring as her third Soul Ring—a feat ordinary Soul Masters would certainly not