[: Daniel POV :]
"Allow him to enter," the leader instructed.
"Understood, Boss," He replied.
He gestured for me to proceed, and with a respectful nod, he departed.
The doors slowly swung open, unveiling the scene inside, an overweight, middle-aged man, perched upon a weathered wooden chair.
"Hello, I'm Daniel, a cultivator," I announced calmly.
The moment I mentioned "cultivator," I offered a warm yet chilling smile.
His expression instantly shifted, betraying his surprise and apprehension.
I had no intention of showing him respect, especially since it was evident he had no intentions of offering any.
"Hahaha, a Cultivator, eh?" he laughed mockingly.
"To what pleasure do I owe your unexpected visit?"
The obese man's mocking laughter reverberated, his fat frame trembling in amusement.
I surmised his lack of fear stemmed from the presence of numerous hidden cultivators.