Master Duan's full name was Duan Tiyi. Not only was he highly skilled at governing a city, he was also a Martial Arts Grandmaster of his generation.
Whether it was fists and kicks or the eighteen kinds of weapons, he excelled at all of them, and his qinggong was quite impressive as well.
Yet even in the prime of his life, he was exceptionally courteous upon meeting the Sorcerer Supreme.
People in China understood very well what the word "Supreme" represented. Even if it did not imply someone arrogantly reigning alone over all beneath heaven, it was at least not a title to be taken lightly.
The Supreme Under Heaven, the Ninth-Fifth Supreme—both had once been titles for emperors.
The Sorcerer Supreme was the emperor of the Magic World. Even if martial artists cultivated themselves to the utmost limit, they could not shatter a planet with one punch, while plenty of spells could accomplish that.
"Since the Sorcerer Supreme has graced my humble residence, forgive me for failing to welcome you from afar."
Master Duan rose to his feet with a polite smile.
Su Ming smiled somewhat awkwardly. In this antique study, he had teleported directly in front of the man's face. How was the man supposed to welcome him?
"You are too courteous, Master Duan. I hope you will forgive this unannounced visit."
Su Ming was also very polite when others were easy to talk to. He handed over the gift package of pastries he had prepared, which he had bought in the Imperial Capital at noon.
"Not at all, Sorcerer Supreme. Please, sit. Bring tea."
Master Duan accepted the pastries with a smile, though a flash of surprise passed through his eyes.
He had only heard that the Sorcerer Supreme had been replaced. He had not expected this