The three senior masters stood up one after another as they formed a row to respectfully greeted and bowed to the nine tailed fox.
A shadow leapt off the back of the sacred creature.
The man was dressed in a robe of amethyst tone with a fine belt crafted with embroidered work and jade stones. His hair was neatly combed back and fastened with a wooden clasp.
The wisp of hair swayed gently as the wind blew.
The dashing face of the genius talent held a very shallow smile.
Even with the smile on his face, you could feel the creepiness hidden beneath it.
There was a cryptic hunch of frigid vibe in the air.
The vibe came on with such subtle strength but subconsciously it made everyone in the place wanting to kneel and surrender.
Between his fingers carried a crimson ring that seemed to flicker in blaze.
"Overlord…. It's His Highness, our Overlord!"