Elder Zhuan Yu's status in the Golden Thread Pavilion was undeniably high.
As his newly accepted disciple, Yang An was instantly elevated from an unremarkable, ordinary Cultivator to an Elder Disciple. His status soared.
He had come all this way for the Golden Thread Sect Seal, yet he still hadn't even met the State Lord of Zichuan State.
But now, as Elder Zhuan Yu's disciple standing behind the seat of honor, his every move drew the attention of everyone present.
This was the difference, plain and simple.
At Yang An's question, no one below stepped forward. Instead, the entire group turned in unison to look at one man.p>
He was a bald man with a perfectly round, reflective head. He had no ears, only a pair of small holes on either side of his skull.
"Jiudeng! They're calling for you!"
The bald man—Jiudeng, the State Lord of Zichuan State—rubbed his head and finally reacted, stepping out from the crowd.
"What are your orders, Elder Zhuan Yu?"
