However, Immortal Lord Taian was ultimately an old hand at navigating the world. Though the situation looked grim, his face remained exceptionally composed. With a smile piled across his features, he clasped his hands toward Saint Son Qingyuan in greeting. "This old man pays his respects to Your Highness, the Saint Son."
Saint Son Qingyuan flicked his sleeve coldly, looking as though he were ready to see him out at any moment. "Immortal Lord Taian, you and I are both at the True Immortal Realm. I cannot accept those words, 'paying respects.'"
"How could that be the same?" The smile on Immortal Lord Taian's face did not change. As if he had not heard Qingyuan's obvious displeasure at all, he continued shamelessly, "I am merely an ordinary Immortal Lord. My cultivation has more or less reached its limit in this lifetime. But Your Highness has inherited the Cloudsea Sacred Diagram, and your bloodline has awakened to the twelfth level—the Immaculate Immortal Body. You are destined to advance to become a Great Luo Saint Venerable sooner or later."
In fact, never mind the future—even now, he was already far from being Saint Son Qingyuan's match.
With each additional level of bloodline awakening, one's combat prowess increased enormously.
"Are you done?" Saint Son Qingyuan said with icy indifference. "If you are, you may leave."
Such an expulsion truly gave the Si Clan no face at all. Yet Saint Son Qingyuan indeed had the qualifications to act this way. After all, he was the heir of the transcendent force known as Cloudsea Grotto-Heaven.
Moreover, Saint Venerable Hongrui rarely involved himself in affairs nowadays. In most cases, Saint Son Qingyuan's attitude was enough to represent Cloudsea Grotto-Heaven.
If the Si Clan's current Saint Venerable had been here, he might have shown some respect. But