"Rise, all of you," Huang Tian said, looking at the tens of thousands of attendants prostrated before him.
"Thank you, Your Highness!" They rose, stealing cautious glances at Huang Tian as though hoping to see what sort of person he was.
Beside him, Gu Po smiled. "Your Highness, my personal virtual account is 131---- If you need anything, contact me anytime. I won't refuse."
Huang Tian added him as a friend. "Thank you."
"It's nothing." Gu Po laughed. "If you have no further business, Your Highness, I'll take my leave. As soon as the captain of your guard is chosen, I'll let you know. If you're dissatisfied, you can have someone else."
"Thank you," Huang Tian said again.
Gu Po nodded to him, then shot skyward into the dark ship overhead. The ship shuddered and became a streak of black light, fleeing into the distance. Within a second or two, it had vanished.
After watching the ship depart, Huang Tian turned to his assembled subordinates and servants. There were about fifty thousand of them, most warriors at the peak of the Starwhorl Level. Every one was handsome or beautiful, a pleasure to look at.
In the Galactic Empire, each of these people could have ruled a domain, wielded immense authority, and decided the lives of billions with a thought.
Here, however, they were merely servants, not even proper guards. By regulation, a member of the Primordial Secret Realm received a guard unit led by an Eternal God, with ten World Lord captains and a hundred Domain Lord soldiers.
A mere Starwhorl Level warrior wasn't qualified to be a foot soldier and could only serve as an attendant. Even so, they welcomed the role. After all, they were serving a true "Your Highness"!
So long as a member of the Primordial