Yang Fan pushed open the door and entered the third floor of Moon Fragrance Tower.
Only Sima Pang and Ye Jianfeng were in the room.
The moment they saw Yang Fan, both men rose to their feet almost at the same time.
Ye Jianfeng in particular even seemed somewhat restrained in his movements.
"Brother Sima, Brother Ye, long time no see," Yang Fan said with a smile.
He did not show the slightest arrogance because of his changed status.
Because Yang Fan understood that when there was a vast gap in status between people, it often only meant they would have fewer opportunities to work together in the future.
It did not mean one should trample others beneath one's feet.
After truly seeing more of the world, one would instead realize: "Dignity is more powerful than arrogance."
Respecting others was often also respecting oneself.
Sima Pang's face was covered in smiles as he directly pulled Yang Fan over to the seat of honor.
"Brother Yang, you're at the height of your fame now."
"You've even charged into the top hundred of the Primordial Battlefield rankings."
"Our Sima Family's group chats are practically exploding from all the arguments."
"My father has even been scolding my third brother lately, saying the investment quota he gave you back then was too low."
"Third brother?" Yang Fan asked, somewhat puzzled.
Sima Pang took a sip of wine before explaining.
"My father has over a hundred sons. My third brother is more than eight hundred years older than me, and he's already a Mid-Order God."
"He handles most of the family's external investments in talented individuals."
As he spoke, clear traces of fear appeared in Sima Pang's eyes.
Though they were brothers in name, that man was old enough to be his ancestor.
Unlike Divine