As the undisputed foremost Alchemist in the Black-Corner Region, honored as the Medicine Emperor by one established faction after another, Han Feng's standing was easy to imagine.
Even ordinary Dou Emperors, and even Dou Zong experts, had to show him a measure of courtesy when they met.
Moreover, he had come from the Central Plains and studied under Lao Yao, which only deepened his contempt for the people of the Northwest Continent. Even with faction leaders whose strength matched his own, Han Feng maintained the proper courtesies on the surface but still looked down on them in his heart.
No one in this northwestern land could understand his pride.
If he treated even the established factions of the Black-Corner Region this way, there was even less reason to take the obscure Tianxing Empire seriously.
They were merely envoys. Agreeing to see them would be a favor, and if he refused, no one would dare say a word against him.
With precisely this attitude, Han Feng paid Chen Cang and his companion no mind whatsoever.
"Get lost. My master said he has no time to see you. And don't ask when he'll have time, either. My master's thoughts aren't for the likes of you to presume to guess."
After the message passed through several layers of intermediaries, this was the guard's reply.
As he spoke, he casually tossed the visiting card and token back at the two of them. The speed at which his attitude had changed was laughable.
Chen Cang put away the former city lord of Tianying's token. As for the visiting card, a flick of his finger sent out a flame that reduced it to drifting ashes.
As though she had received a signal, Zi Yan, whose fists had long been itching for a fight, immediately charged forward.