Cheng Yu's arrival drew quite a bit of attention. After all, even in the Mythic Great World, where creatures were born at the black iron rank, social classes still existed.
Ordinary farming households generally dressed for simplicity and practicality. Someone like Cheng Yu, clad entirely in snowy white clothing that was clearly made of fine material, had to be either a powerful cultivator or someone rich and influential.
No one dared slight him. As for the drooling pig behind Cheng Yu, perhaps it was his pet? The poor generally could not understand the tastes of the wealthy.
Soon, a sturdy old man came to the village entrance.
Although Cheng Yu looked like a young man, that only made the old man more cautious. Which powerful cultivator did not look young while actually being an ancient monster hundreds or thousands of years old? The old man had seen something of the world and naturally dared not be negligent. He approached Cheng Yu and cupped his hands slightly.
"I did not know you were coming, my lord. Please forgive me."
Cheng Yu was, after all, an old fellow who had lived several lifetimes. Naturally, he knew the old man was reading too much into things, but why would he refuse such treatment? His muscle memory contained the presence of someone who was both a truly supreme expert and a figure of supreme power and influence. Imitating Shen Yu's tone, Cheng Yu chuckled and said,
"There is no need for such courtesy, sir. I am merely an ordinary cultivator, hardly worthy of being called a lord."
Seeing that his bearing and speech were even more imposing than those of the important figures he remembered, the old man grew all the more apprehensive.
"I am the village chief here. Is there anything I can