Holy Daughter An Ran
Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
This black-robed elder's face was covered with wrinkles, and he looked to be in his sixties or seventies. His hair was completely white and his body slightly hunched, appearing old and decrepit. However, Ling Han did not dare to underestimate this old geezer in the slightest, because this old geezer's strength was unfathomable. He had definitely surpassed the Dividing Soul, and might be at the Immortal Palace Tier or Ascending Origin Tier.
It should not be that he was a Celestial King. There was no Celestial King that would lower themselves to this extent. Furthermore, he was not wrapped by any strange lights, either. This was a symbol of Celestial King Tier.
Ling Han smiled. "Old Sir, how do I address you?"
"I would not dare. This old servant's surname is Chen, and I am a person who takes care of trivial matters in the Palace. Young Master Ling can just address me as Manager Chen," the black-robed elder said, his attitude appearing incredibly humble.