Good grief!
Wang Wu was not at all surprised that Song Guangming had run into trouble, but three strange immortals wanted to see him? Damn it, he hadn't offended those three immortals, had he?
With his tiny arms and skinny legs, he couldn't afford to provoke them.
He hurriedly replied to the message, then teleported straight out of the Hidden Origin Bell. The moment he appeared, two gazes locked onto him. Even Level 24 Passive Concealment was useless.
It was as if everything else had turned into nothingness, into blankness. Between heaven and earth, only he and the two people opposite him remained.
He had done nothing, yet he was already standing in a very ordinary little courtyard.
There was an old man in gray who looked entirely ordinary, and a young man in black who likewise looked entirely ordinary—young, even younger than Wang Wu.
It was quite strange.
Of course, Wang Wu knew that this was absolutely not the time to show off or act like a chuunibyou. He had to be as honest as possible.
Without another word, he immediately dropped to his knees and kowtowed.
"Great immortal lords, this little demon from the wilderness has answered your summons and come to heed your commands!"
"Rise. There is no need to be so restrained."
The gray-robed old man spoke with a smile. Once Wang Wu stood, the old man examined him up and down for a few moments before smiling again. "I am an investigator dispatched by the Hidden Origin Society headquarters for this matter. I am currently a Third Rank elder of the Hidden Origin Society, and my position is Lord of the Mist Domain. In formal settings, I am usually called the Mist Domain Immortal. But ordinarily, you may call me Elder Hui."
"I greatly admire