Collision

"May I ask how I should address you, sir?"

Qiangu Zhangting wore a finely tailored golden formal suit, its fabric patterned with subtle flowing designs that made his figure appear even more upright.

Facing Nan Fusheng, he gave a slight nod and extended his right hand. A perfectly measured smile rested on his face as he spoke in a calm tone tinged with barely perceptible self-assurance. "I am Qiangu Zhangting, currently serving as a Spirit Envoy of the Spirit Pagoda."

Nan Fusheng put on no airs. He likewise extended his hand and gave him a light shake, his voice calm and steady. "Nan Fusheng, Magistrate of Skysea City."

Magistrate of Skysea City?

Qiangu Zhangting's heart stirred slightly before understanding dawned on him. Skysea City was the foremost of East Sea's five first-tier cities. For Nan Fusheng to be its Magistrate meant he was undoubtedly a member of the Federation Council.

Without revealing anything, he committed that identity to memory. At the same time, through the brief contact of their handshake, he quietly circulated his Soul Power and attempted to gauge the depth of the other man's strength.

This banquet had gathered important figures from all walks of life within the Federation, most of whom were close to the Spirit Pagoda. In such a setting, rashly sweeping others with spiritual power would undoubtedly be extremely discourteous. One careless mistake could offend someone and bring more trouble than it was worth.

Thus, using an apparently natural handshake to roughly assess another person's strength had become one of his usual methods.

A moment later, Qiangu Zhangting had reached a conclusion. Very young, probably not over twenty-five, yet his Soul Power was already close to that of a Soul Douluo.

Combined with his status as a Federation Councilor, such a résumé truly placed him