Ren's internal alarm bells rang wildly.
He forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart and tentatively asked, "Senior, are you a friend of The Ancient One?"
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and answered amiably, "You could say that."
"You don't need to be so nervous; I'm not going to eat you."
Ren muttered inwardly.
Your Excellency certainly won't eat people.
But your strength is unfathomable—you even scared all the defense mechanisms of my system into activating. How can I not be nervous?
"Please have a seat, Senior."
"I'll pour you some tea."
Although he was panicked to the extreme, Ren's outward courtesy was completely flawless. He hastily and attentively invited the middle-aged man to sit down, then respectfully poured him a cup of hot tea.
The middle-aged man picked up the teacup and looked Ren up and down with a faint smile.
His gaze revealed undisguised appreciation.
"Little fellow, you're not bad."
"You flatter me, Senior; I'm just an ordinary sorcerer." Ren quickly lowered his head in modesty.
"No need for excessive modesty."
The middle-aged man's tone carried an inherent, absolute confidence: "I am never wrong about people."
Ren could only accompany the smile and nod repeatedly in agreement.
Since your fist is bigger, everything you say is right.
While playing along with a smile, Ren frantically searched his mind for those hidden super big shots in the Marvel Universe.
To be able to appear soundlessly in the deepest part of Kamar-Taj, and even make The Ancient One change her clothes to prepare to welcome him...
Just which deity is this person?
Just as Ren was making wild guesses, the door to the quiet room was pushed open.
The Ancient One had changed into an extremely solemn, intricate golden ceremonial robe and walked in quickly.
When she saw the middle-aged