Shi Sou sighed inwardly after seeing the young man’s attitude. What will come shall come and there was no avoiding it. His master worried about this the most but there was nothing else they could do.

He went forward with his head held low and respectfully said: “Please excuse our lack of ceremony since we didn’t know you were here, Duke Liang.” 

“Old Shi, this isn’t West Bank. No need for this type of thing.” The youth arrogantly sneered.

His name was Liang Yiheng, a duke from West Bank. He was a trusted confidant of the West Bank Crown Prince so he had a prestigious role there.

Meanwhile, Iron Tree was only a tiny sect. Just one duke alone was enough to render their sect out of breath.

Shi Sou didn’t dare to say anything to the ridiculing tone. This guy was...