Entering the hall, it was brighter than the daytime outside. The European-style architecture, with its layered design, complementary walls, tables, chairs, and furnishings, all bore the touch of continental masters.
Outside the door stood ten bodyguards at the mid-stage of the Lesser Heavenly Cycle, while inside, a cultivator at the early stage of the Greater Heavenly Cycle, and a woman as fair as a painting, her skin so tender it seemed to ooze moisture, with golden hair and blue eyes. Even before approaching, her faint, alluring fragrance filled the air.
Broly walked to the woman's side and bowed respectfully, "Esteemed Goddess, I have brought Mr. Ming here."
Linna put down her cutlery, wiped her mouth, and slowly raised her eyes to look at Ming Zhitian before gracefully standing up.
Broly introduced, "This is a noble of the Kaiser Royal Family, the only daughter of King Kaiser, Goddess Linna. And this is the ace bodyguard from the Ice Country, Luosheli Si."
It turned out that the cultivator at the early stage of the Greater Heavenly Cycle was Luosheli Si. Ming Zhitian nodded and extended his hand, "Hello, Ming Zhitian."
Luosheli Si's expression was cold. His eyes didn't blink, making him seem like an ice statue. He ignored Ming Zhitian, but Ming Zhitian's sharp ears caught his disdainful "Hmph."
Ming Zhitian smiled faintly. A mere provocation like this, if it were the young and naive him of decades ago, he might have unhesitatingly engaged in battle. But now, he was utterly dismissive, as Luosheli Si was unworthy.
Just as Ming Zhitian was about to withdraw his hand, Broly grasped his wrist, glared fiercely at Luosheli Si, and declared in English, "Loser! I command you, shake hands and make peace with Mr. Ming!"
Luosheli Si turned his face away, pretending not to hear or see.
Broly's anger erupted. He unleashed his divine rage, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet, and for a moment, warmth and cold mingled within the hall.
Linna felt suffocated, and Luosheli Si's expression changed. He quickly unleashed his divine aura to resist and shield Linna.
Luosheli Si roared, "Sect Master! Are you mad! Fine, I'll listen!"
Seeing Luosheli Si extend his hand, intending to shake hands and reconcile, Broly finally suppressed his rage.
Ming Zhitian, however, was unwilling. His principle in life was: give an inch, and he'll return a mile. He simply didn't take Luosheli Si seriously. If he hadn't needed a favor, he wouldn't have been so accommodating.
Seeing Ming Zhitian withdraw his hand, Luosheli Si's outstretched hand of friendly etiquette met empty air, and an awkward atmosphere solidified.
"You!" Luosheli Si was somewhat angered.
Broly apologized for the previous incident that had left the innocent Linna gasping for breath. He bowed gentlemanly, placing a hand over his chest, "Goddess Linna, I am truly sorry. I did not consider your feelings. Please punish me, Goddess."
Linna waved her hand, "It's alright, Sect Master, I am not angry with you."
It was then that Ming Zhitian got a clear look at Linna. Golden hair, blue eyes, flawless snow-white skin, a slender and delicate figure, perfectly contoured features, with a faint blush on her cheeks.
Seeing Ming Zhitian and Luosheli Si at a stalemate, Linna spoke again, "Alright, two warriors, especially the warrior from Huaxia, I, in the name of the gods, command you to reconcile immediately."
Ming Zhitian was stunned, not by anything else, but by the Goddess's intelligence being recognizable as "zero."
Firstly, Ming Zhitian was not petty. Secondly, what was this "name of the gods"?
Luosheli Si, on the other hand, gentlemanly blurted out, "I forgive him."
"Pfft—" Ming Zhitian inwardly spat out his imaginary meal.
As the foremost master of psychological warfare, Ming Zhitian naturally paid no mind to such trivialities.