“I’ve assigned the punishment of that man to the Yeongnam Group, my lord.” Cai Kechang bowed his head, tension filling up his face.

Even though this wasn't his first meeting with the Crimson King, even the mere idea of standing in the presence of one of the three kings placed a huge burden on Cai Kechang's shoulders. And no, it wasn't simply because of the difference in status.

Even in this massive nation called China, there were only two other martial artists boasting a similar level of strength to the Crimson King. So, how could Cai Kechang not respect someone who had surpassed countless other cultivators in China and reached the pinnacle of martial arts?

Even if the Crimson King were an outsider with no ties to the Martial Union, Cai Kechang's respect would still not be any lesser.

The Crimson King rubbed his chin. “The... Yeongnam Group, is it?”

“Yes, my lord. It is South Korea's strongest organization.”

“The strongest, you say...?” The Crimson King leaned back against his throne and asked in a disinterested voice, “Is that the only group we have ties with?”

Cai Kechang cautiously pressed his forehead to the floor. “Forgive me, my lord. Our need to keep an eye on the other kings has imposed an unfortunate limit on how much influence we could exert on the minor nation.”

The Crimson King tutted. “I'm not criticizing you, Cai Kechang.”

Cai Kechang kept his head low while swallowing back his saliva. He wasn't a slow-witted...