Not many people had come from the Red Jade Sect.
Including Lü Tongguang and his nephew, they numbered fewer than ten.
Yet every one of them possessed a powerful aura, their bodies like blazing fire.
Even the young faces had martial cultivation at the Inner Qi Realm or above.
Beyond their martial prowess, what left an even deeper impression was their bearing.
Every face was full of arrogance.
It was even more conspicuous and undisguised than the arrogance of Dongjiang Prefecture's local aristocratic families.
"I am Lü Tongguang, and this is my nephew, Lü Buyan. A pleasure to meet you all!"
Lü Tongguang glanced at the Grandmasters entering and gave a slight cupped-hand salute before turning his gaze to the white-robed youth at their head. "You must be young friend Jiang Jingnian, known as the East River Fire Jiao? Seeing you today, your bearing is indeed extraordinary, like a banished immortal descended to earth."
Although superiority radiated from his entire bearing, his words were relatively friendly.
What East River Fire Jiao...
Hearing that title, Jiang Jingnian imperceptibly furrowed his brow. It did not sound nearly as good as "Eight Desolations Burning Cloud," the name he had just registered on the Heavenly Prodigy Ranking.
Besides, they were both Grandmasters.
Yet the man dared call him "young friend."
Even when corresponding with an Earthly Baleful Force Ranking Grandmaster like Yanhuazi, they addressed each other as equals.
That detail alone showed that these descendants of a Martial Saint carried an innate sense of superiority.
But having just learned about the Red Jade Sect's way of doing things from Gong Xin and the others, Jiang Jingnian was mentally prepared.
His smile did not reach his eyes, though he still wore his signature faint smile. "You flatter me, Mr. Lü. May I ask what brings