In the residence of City Lord.
In the main hall.
The Qingzhou City Lord looked at the man in front of him respectfully.
The man was seven feet tall and was clad in a white robe, with his hair combed suavely. He was extremely handsome, but he covered his eyes with a strip of white cloth.
He was Sikong Jiantian, the genius whom the younger generation of Qingzhou admired. He was also the only sword Dao cultivator in three years who entered the Ten Nations Academy.
Sikong Jiantian's current status was far more authoritative than the Qingzhou City Lord, and even the royals had to be respectful towards him. In the world of immortal cultivation, his abilities were supreme.
Be it the imperial court or the sect, one would be able to be above all as long as their personal abilities surpassed everything.
"Fellow Daoist Sikong, what brings you here to the City Lord residence?"