"Dare to leave your name?" The young man uttered a few words that seemed to have undergone substantial mental preparation, almost devoid of any threatening tone, as if using the most timid voice to say the most arrogant thing.
"Crown Prince of the Ritian Empire, Gu Tianle, feel free to have someone come and take me down anytime!" Zhang Menglong left a self-declared impressive expression, then calmly followed the staff into the VIP reception room.
"Boss, are you really not going to kill him?" the mist asked, "If you kill him now, in this Skyless Realm, no one would know such a person died, and finding information about you would be very difficult. Even if they did, by then you would likely be part of a superpower, and they wouldn't dare do anything to you."
"It's no big deal," Zhang Menglong waved his hand, "I've encountered countless people like him before, yet I'm still living well, but their grave grasses might be several meters tall by now."
