Cultivators are known to move mountains, split the sea, and pull giant blazing rocks from the sky. This is all true—they can do many things unimaginable to normal men. Just like how they reconstructed the tallest mountain in the area of Klown City.
In one of the quiet corridors leading to a bathroom area in the mountain, the sound of footsteps echoed as an obese man waited beside the wall.
"Holst," Klown said, seeing his butler walking toward him.
"My Lord," Holst bowed his head, and compared to when he did it for other people, his bow was almost vertical.
"How did it go?" Klown asked, his face serious. The amiable smile he had displayed to the visitors was long gone. He radiated an aura of coldness and fierceness at the same time. If one looked at him and compared him to when he was around people, it was like comparing heaven and earth—no, it was like comparing heaven and hell.