C160 East Factory's Duke

Within the grand hall of the Flying Cloud Sect, Gong Liufeng knelt on the floor, his gaze fixed respectfully on a man dressed in a vibrant red official robe.

The man in the red robe exuded a festive air, yet his face was devoid of any facial hair, not even an Adam's apple was present. When he spoke, his voice was jarringly shrill