As Sergei offered his salutations, he instinctively looked up, hoping to behold the true face of this legendary Witch Ancestor.
Yet the moment his gaze landed on the face upon the throne, its general contours still discernible beneath the mysterious painted markings, he froze as though struck by lightning, his mind going utterly blank!
M-Master?!!
Master Urge?! How was he here?! And he had become the Witch Ancestor?!
The overwhelming shock nearly made him blurt out "Master"!
Fortunately, he reacted swiftly and forcibly swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue. His heart pounded, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
He hurriedly bowed his head even lower, forced his trembling voice steady, and finished his obeisance:
"...May the Witch Ancestor's holy light shine forever and bless all living beings! This junior, Sergei, pays his respects to the Witch Ancestor!"
Upon the throne, Li Chen took in every flicker of Sergei's shock and panic. Beneath his mask, the corners of his mouth curved into a faint, satisfied smile.
Good. This disciple thought quickly enough not to give himself away on the spot. He was worth cultivating.
He spoke calmly, his voice emerging through the mask with a majestic, aloof resonance:
"Rise. Sergei, I already know why you have come."
Sergei nearly trembled with excitement. So it was Master! What was there to worry about now?
This was an incredible surprise! Still, they had to keep up the act. He hurriedly signaled his subordinates to present the lavish gifts prepared in advance.
They were all rare treasures, spiritual herbs, and mineral materials seldom found in the Northern Lands.
Li Chen played along with a slight nod, signaling the "Holy Maiden," Oksana, beside him to accept them. Both sides observed every formality, and everyone was delighted.
Li Chen's majestic voice rang