At Xuanyuan Buqi's question, Qing Jia was briefly stunned before asking, "May I ask how to address you, Great Lord?"
"Xuanyuan Buqi, of the Xuanyuan Clan. Are the factions of families and sects here also clearly divided?"
"So you are a True Lord of the First Family." Upon hearing this, True Lord Qing Jia straightened his expression and cupped his hands in salute.
Clearly, he understood the weight carried by the First Family. Yet because of their respective factions, it was difficult for him to feel any closeness toward them.
There was a faint sense of distance beneath his respect. "I have never met cultivators from the Ancestral Star. I only know of them from legends..."
"However, ever since the Guardian Hall was established, it has always emphasized one point: any force that dared call itself the Ancestral Star could not be simple."
"Not simple..." Xuanyuan Buqi smiled dismissively. Cultivation forces came in all shapes and forms—which one was simple?
Then he glanced at Qing Jia and asked thoughtfully, "Are you hiding some information from us?"
True Lord Qing Jia spread his hands, openly admitting, "Only some insignificant information."
There was logic behind his neither servile nor overbearing attitude: you were merely traveling through this place, so just do what you came to do.
The Ghost Shaman World naturally had its own ways of operating. If they had made no corresponding request, there was no need for them to know too much.
Did this count as offending superiors? Of course not.
This world was not the private property of any one force. It belonged to all Human Race cultivators, and it was not as though no True Lords had ever come here.
Yet Xuanyuan Buqi was accustomed to being domineering. He sneered. "Then I want to see the information about