Within a week, Vatican City and Chinatown, New York’s two other major powers, likewise received Master Spirit-Technician X’s invitation.

“X… as in Xu? The Tullius Family is a cultivation pharmaceutical clan… You really are getting ready to raise great winds in America, huh… hehehe, although This Dao Master doesn’t understand why you’ve come to America, your fortune is indeed not bad to grow in a place that China’s hand cannot reach.” 

In Chinatown, a young man set down an invitation. Around him, two people, the picture of respect, asked, “Your Excellency, and of us?”

“No need to go.” The young man pushed on his glasses. “There’s no rush to meet with him for the time being…”

Behind his glasses, his eyes narrowed slightly. “I also want to explore his foundation. With him here, the truth behind the Holy Relic this time will likely soon be undone…”

His ears suddenly stirred and he waved his hand. At once, the two men immediately left. The young man held a cup of alcohol and calmly sipped it. A good amount of time later, a voice gently rang out, “I pay respects, Your Excellency Dao Master.”

“Mhm.” The young man nodded without outwardly revealing anything. He faintly swept his gaze over and uttered, “Hehe… Old man Ancientpine’s messenger? Me and that old man...