Wu Jian nodded to show he understood. The Human Limit Realm might not have been special in the Three Celestial Sects and Xia Dynasty, but it was the pinnacle of cultivation in the Shang Kingdom. That someone this young had reached such heights was a testament to his talent.
“Your Highness, I’m pleased to see you are in good health.”
To his credit, Húndàn Wang did not immediately ask about Wu Jian, instead choosing to offer a traditional martial bow.
Hou Jingshu plastered a smile on her face as she let go of Wu Jian’s hand and performed the same bow back. Wu Jian also followed suit.
“You as well, Senior Wang. I see you are as strong as ever.”
“Thank you, but my cultivation is nothing special,” the man said with a smile. He then turned to Wu Jian. “I do not believe we have met before. My name is Húndàn Wang. It is a pleasure to meet you.”