Though Mad God had his own pride.
But such pride depended on where one stood.
Undying Star was absolutely a name as imposing as a mountain.
Whether a small world or a large world, all would be crushed until they could barely breathe before this colossal behemoth.
The Third Star System's sole giant world.
It had existed for hundreds of millions of years.
No one knew how long it had ruled the Third Star System.
Back when Madman Star had not yet been established, Undying Star already existed.
Moreover, Undying Star had passed through nine generations of supreme rulers.
Every generation had been terrifying beyond compare, their might weighing upon century after century.
Thus, when facing Undying Star, even Mad God had to lower his head and dared not show the slightest insolence.
Yet Madman Star and Undying Star had never had any dealings before.
Thus, Mad God was somewhat puzzled.
He could not understand why people from Undying Star had suddenly taken the initiative to contact him.
Unable to figure it out, Mad God decided to meet them.
He had Mad Dragon lead the way ahead.
He himself strode like a wolf and tiger, dressed in a dark crimson robe as he headed toward the reception hall.
At this moment, a middle-aged old man sat in the reception hall.
The other party wore a Daoist robe and appeared unfathomably profound.
His beard and hair were entirely white. Though his face bore many wrinkles, his skin was fair and his eyes were bright and spirited.
A large gourd rested on his back.
He was currently seated in a chair, drinking tea.
Only after seeing Mad God arrive did he slowly rise to his feet.
Yet his expression was arrogant, carrying a rather disdainful air as though no one else existed