After glancing at the purple-robed old man, Li Mo slightly cupped his hands and said, "This junior greets Clan Master Murong."
Murong Hai stroked his beard and smiled. "Come, have a seat."
"I presume this is the Mystic Weapon Crimson Firmament."
"Clear Abyss Sect is likely to have two more Sword Immortals in the future."
The purple-robed old man smiled, but did not put on any airs as the prefect.
The Great Yu Dynasty was naturally the common sovereign of the realm.
But in reality, aside from the Central Divine Province, all the other lands across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were governed by sects.
It was somewhat like the fiefdom system from his previous life.
Great Yu was the Zhou Dynasty, while the sects were princes of all sizes, dividing up the land and establishing their own borders.
Li Mo had also read the history books.
The previous dynasty had not been like this. It had truly been a realm where every inch beneath heaven belonged to the emperor.
Later, when the Martial Emperor of the Yu Dynasty raised his army and promised to rule the world jointly with the sects after success, he received countless responses and successfully ushered in a new era.
But in name, the other party was still the master of a prefecture, standing on equal footing with the Clear Abyss Sect Master.
Li Mo had not neglected etiquette, either.
After a round of pleasantries, it was already afternoon.
The prefecture estate hosted a banquet for them.
Flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the water—everything was served, and each person even had a beautiful maid attending to him.
"Xiao'er, in the Clear Abyss Sect, you haven't slacked off just because I wasn't watching you, have you?"
Murong Hai pulled