For Yu Yarou.
Keeping a low profile had never been a flaw.
But being forced to keep a low profile and choosing to do so were ultimately two entirely different things—meanings worlds apart.
Given Ling Wuyuan's current strength and status.
It should have been only natural for countless people to swarm around him in welcome.
Yet, constrained by various reasons, he could not even bring an accompanying fleet with him, unable to return to his homeland in the grandeur most befitting his identity...
To be honest.
Yu Yarou found that rather regrettable.
At the very least, that was what she sincerely felt.
As the shared ruler of the surrounding domains, she believed Ling Wuyuan ought to receive countless honors and countless blessings, ought to be surrounded by crowds wherever he went...
Just as Yu Yarou was still feeling that it was such a pity for Ling Wuyuan.
Not far away.
Ling Wuyuan, who had just entered the control room, said with a smile:
"Grand Elder Yu, there is no need to care too much about such a trivial matter."
"After all, at the root of it, this situation exists because I am still not strong enough."
"Pomp is the composure of the strong..."
Unlike Yu Yarou, who felt regret over the matter.
Ling Wuyuan himself took it quite calmly.
He did not care about it at all.
Because, just as he had said.
Pomp was the composure of the strong.
Though his current strength was fairly decent, and he could be said to possess the ability to protect himself in all the nearby [Domains].
There was still an enormous, enormous gap between it and the kind of [strength] he envisioned.
The kind of [strength] that needed no regard for external factors and allowed one to do whatever one wished.
Thus,