The great hall had an ancient air. Wooden floorboards covered it, polished perfectly level without being slick, and still carrying the warmth of the wood itself.
Marquis Wu was not yet thirty. Tall and thin, he had a pale face and a weariness he could not conceal.
Tang Changsheng did not dare look at the Fortune surrounding such a man. Marquis Wu held power over an entire region and the lives of millions. His was no ordinary aura of nobility; it could even be called the aura of a flood dragon. One careless glance might bring a backlash.
But even without looking at his Fortune, Tang Changsheng could tell that Marquis Wu was not in good shape.
As Tang Changsheng pondered this, Ke Dacheng's expression changed. "How dare you! Why haven't you bowed to His Highness?"
Marquis Wu frowned slightly, but said to Tang Changsheng with perfect composure, "No need. Master Tang, dispense with the formalities. Come, sit."
Tang Changsheng bowed lightly. "Thank you, Marquis Wu."
He sat on the cushion opposite Marquis Wu, though his thoughts were far from calm.
It was not that Tang Changsheng wanted to put on airs. However fallen Marquis Wu might be, he was still the ruler of a state. Killing someone like Tang Changsheng would hardly be difficult for him.
Nor did he have any reason to waste his attention on someone as insignificant as Tang Changsheng. Why had he summoned him, and what did he mean by receiving him like this?
"Are you a disciple of the Azure Sea True Void Palace?"
Fortunately, Marquis Wu spoke plainly. Before Tang Changsheng had to speculate further, he asked outright.
"No," Tang Changsheng answered honestly.
Disappointment flashed across Marquis Wu's face, and Tang Changsheng suddenly understood. So that was what Marquis Wu had hoped for