"Master Desika, welcome to my territory."
"Count Teta Xiao, you are too courteous. Being able to meet you is my honor."
"Being able to meet you is also my honor."
One was a middle-aged Fifteenth-Level Archdruid, the other a young Sixteenth-Level Druid. Their meeting carried a faint air of confrontation.
The moment Romon met him, he sensed that this calm-looking middle-aged Druid walking toward him had come with less than friendly intentions.
It was not that the man truly held any hostility toward him. It was simply that both were rare Archdruids. Romon had broken through the Fifteenth Level, a Druid's promotion barrier, at such a young age; naturally, this would leave some seniors with complicated feelings. A test was inevitable.
Both were Archdruids. The bearing formed by immense Natural Divine Grace and mastery over tremendous power had nothing to do with age or appearance.
Even though Romon was handsome while the middle-aged Archdruid looked ordinary, when the two stood together, people could easily sense that similar yet subtle aura buried deep in their bones.
"Master Desika, I received your letter. It is my honor that you have come to my Tatshaw Territory this time. I have prepared accommodations for you and your companions and will see that all of you are properly looked after. A banquet has already been prepared in the city. Please enter the city with me!" As Romon spoke, he swept his gaze over the fifty Druids aboard the ship. One could not help but sigh—this was, after all, an Archdruid with considerable seniority.
The talent he had cultivated and the connections he possessed were still beyond Romon's reach.
Of course, that was only in terms of Druids.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Master Romon." Desika still bowed, using the etiquette observed within Druid circles.
"Then