Since you have come, you might as well settle down.
Shen Che was already prepared for the worst.
"Nephew Shen, come over and sit."
Beihai Country's Military Lord, Murakumo, Chikawa, had a smile on his face. He didn't stand up; he just beckoned Shen Che over.
Normally, the four of them being Military Lords meant they were equals.
However, the Military Lords of Beihai, Amaterasu, and Moonlit Night all belonged to the same generation as Shen Che's father, and they were also First Grade Grandmasters, surpassing Shen Che in age, seniority, and cultivation.
With such a greeting, Shen Che knew that the three Military Lords didn't regard him at all!
Compelled by the situation, Shen Che said nothing, and with an air of composure, he came to the table and sat down.
"May I know the purpose of your summons, three Military Lords?"
Shen Che had already guessed the rough idea before coming, but still asked symbolically.
