Accustomed to throwing his weight around, he naturally felt bitter at being publicly suppressed like this.
"As for me, I am Jian Changfeng, personal disciple of the Great Elder of the Heavenward Sword Sect. A pleasure, a pleasure."
Jian Changfeng clasped his fists and bowed toward Tu He in the distance.
Upon hearing Jian Changfeng announce his background, Tu He's face, which had been filled with rage, returned to normal in an instant. He forcibly suppressed his anger from moments ago.
As though nothing had happened.
"So it is Brother Jian. My apologies, my apologies."
Tu He clasped his fists toward Jian Changfeng and laughed heartily, then wisely plopped himself down into his seat.
The Heavenward Sword Sect was one of the most powerful forces in the Crimson Wasteland, with three peerless experts at the ninth level of the Golden Immortal Realm stationed within.
Put simply, the Heavenward Sword Sect alone could wipe out their entire Northern Frontier seven or eight times over.
The nine ancient clans merely held high status in the Northern Frontier, acting as local tyrants. Once they left the Northern Frontier, they could not afford to provoke anyone.
Against the Heavenward Sword Sect, the true emperor of the Crimson Wasteland, all they could do was take a beating.
That was why Jian Changfeng had yielded so readily. He truly could not afford to provoke them.
The Great Elder of the Heavenward Sword Sect was a peerless expert at the eighth level of the Golden Immortal Realm, someone he simply could not afford to offend.
"Your spot is quite open. I like it. Get lost."
He did not want to provoke them, yet they had already come knocking at his door.
Jian Changfeng placed a hand behind Tu He and urged him coldly.
"Brother Jian, this is