"Maha You of the Maha Ancient Clan greets the Demon-Slaying King."
With two elders in tow, Maha You approached the multicolored fireball. Its scorching aura secretly alarmed him, but his expression remained unchanged as he cupped his hands in greeting.
Liu Yu looked at the man with one black pupil and one white pupil and nodded in acknowledgment. As the saying went, one did not strike a smiling face.
With Maha You's arrival, powerful figures streaked over from the distance, coming forward one after another to pay their respects.
Liu Yu smiled and acknowledged each of them in turn. Life in the Great Thousand World was not all fighting and killing; there were social graces and human relationships to consider as well...
"Qing Xuan of the Futu Ancient Clan greets the Demon-Slaying King."
"Qing Yanjing of the Futu Ancient Clan greets the Demon-Slaying King."
Qing Xuan and Qing Yanjing arrived together, followed by two elders of the Futu Ancient Clan.
Upon hearing the name "Qing Yanjing," Liu Yu could not help turning his gaze toward the slender figure in a white dress. A flicker of surprise stirred within him, but he quickly withdrew his gaze.
Qing Xuan, who had been watching Liu Yu all along, noticed his glance at her younger sister, and a trace of something unusual flashed through her beautiful eyes.
Qing Yanjing, however, paid little attention to Liu Yu's fleeting glance and instead studied him on her own.
He wore an exquisite black-and-gold robe, his long silver hair as smooth as silk and draped casually to one side. His flawless features were handsome and elegant, his pale red lips gently closed, while his deep, eerily alluring ruby eyes carried a temptation to lose oneself within them.
Most striking of all was the peculiar air Liu Yu unconsciously