Zhao Huaiyuan saw nothing wrong with his attitude.
For mortals, whether farmers and fishermen or imperial relatives, displeasing these exalted immortals meant meeting their end beneath a single law technique.
As the city lord of Yunxi City, he had welcomed and entertained many immortal masters from the Dongyuan Sect and the Xuanyuan Sect before.
Their speech, their conduct, and their expressions all revealed their disregard for mortals.
In their eyes, mortals truly seemed to be no more than ants and insects.
Yet the immortal master who had come this time seemed somewhat different.
The city lord's wife personally filled the teacups, while the little girl hid behind her, stealing glances at Song Yan.
"Please wait a moment, exalted immortal. This humble one has already sent a servant to inform Immortal Master Liu. He should arrive shortly."
"Very well."
"Exalted immortal, you have traveled far and endured a tiring journey. The servants Within the Residence have prepared a banquet-"
"That will not be necessary."
Song Yan declined. He disliked those social occasions of clinking cups and flowing wine.
Besides, however sumptuous a mortal banquet might be, it only added needless trouble for a cultivator.
Just then, Liu Xincheng, the Dongyuan Sect attendant who had long resided here, finally arrived.
He was not particularly old either, looking to be in his thirties, not yet forty, with a cultivation of Qi Refining, fifth layer.
At the sight of Song Yan's black robes, shock appeared on his face.
"This-Senior, you have come from afar, and I failed to welcome you. I am deeply ashamed."
Liu Xincheng's deference was somewhat out of the ordinary, and Zhao Huaiyuan took it all in.
Having risen to the position of city lord of Yunxi City, he was highly adept at reading expressions and gauging people's moods.
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