Unexpectedly, although Old Tiger Lei treated Wang Daozhong with some caution, there was no sign of awe or fear in his demeanor. He quickly let out a hearty laugh. “I’ve heard so much about you! A figure from the Ranking of Earth, how rare! It is truly an honor. Please, Mister Wang!”0

With that, he affectionately took Li Sian by the arm and led him into the tent. “Fourth brother, it’s been years since you’ve been here, hasn’t it? Where have you been making your fortune all this time?”0

Li Sian smiled as he followed, “I’ve mostly been around Jingxiang these past years and haven’t traveled much.”0

Zhao Changhe followed with interest. Old Tiger Lei’s hospitality seemed warm, but there was an undercurrent of indifference. For the first time, Zhao Changhe noticed that Wang Daozhong, who usually dazzled wherever he went, could also be treated like a mere passerby.0

What Old Tiger Lei was subtly conveying was this: he respected Wang Daozhong’s strength, but as for the prestige of the Wang Clan of Langya, it held no weight here. Whether you’re from the Wang Clan of Langya or the Cui Clan of Qinghe, this is Erhai. Your family’s influence doesn’t stretch this far. Only your personal strength commands respect; everything else is meaningless.0

Even as someone on the Ranking of Earth, being relatively...0