"Prince Rong's residence, Mo Wenshen!" When the black-clad sword cultivator appeared high in the sky and took one step forward, landing before the old man, a cold glint flashed in his narrow eyes as he glared coldly at him.
The old man's eyes flickered. Although Mo Wenshen's name had not frightened him, the words "Prince Rong" made his entire body tremble.
Prince Rong was one of the Four Great Princes of the Central Sacred Nation and one of the most powerful and influential figures in the entire nation.
It was no exaggeration to say that in the Central Sacred Nation of today, aside from the reigning Emperor, the Four Great Princes held absolute power.
The old man's expression stiffened. He slowly clasped his fists and said, "May I ask whether Your Excellency truly comes from Prince Rong's residence?"
Mo Wenshen cast him a glance and casually tossed out a token, which landed in midair.
The old man focused his eyes on it. The token was made entirely of purple gold, with four large characters written in golden script: "Prince Rong's Residence."
This was a token unique to Prince Rong's residence, and it was never casually bestowed upon martial artists. Generally speaking, any martial artist who possessed a token from Prince Rong's residence was one of Prince Rong's trusted subordinates.
After seeing Mo Wenshen throw out this token, the old man concluded that he was one of Prince Rong's confidants.
A smile immediately piled onto the old man's face. He clasped his fists and called out, "May I ask what business has brought Your Excellency to Taicang Prefecture? Is there anywhere our Taicang Prefecture can be of service? If so, this old man will immediately return and inform the prefect. Our Taicang Prefecture will certainly do everything in its power to