Alger Bannermane, are you willing to be my Slave?
"Well, this is a familiar sight."
Nux commented as he entered the Bannermane Mansion, the House's defences did nothing to stop him, not that there was anything to be called 'defences', unlike in Yrniel, where Clans have several artefacts to create countless shields around their clans that senses and stops other beings from sneaking in, the Forgotten Continent was not that advance, not that it would have mattered anyways, after all, even those artifacts cannot sense Nux's when he uses his *Essence*.
Right now, even a Divine Stage Cultivator would have a hard time sensing Nux, in this place, he was pretty much invincible.
Anyways, the only so-called 'defences' this place had were the guards ranging from Beginner to Grandmaster Stage Cultivators and… a woman Nux knew all too well.