They knew that their master had few family members and, seemingly, no offspring.
So, these servants could expect no small favor.
Suddenly,
as many demigods were mingling, a rumble— an incredibly powerful presence was born out of thin air and descended from the clouds above.
"Divine."
"Greetings, Divine," the chatting demigods instinctively sensed it and immediately bent over to salute.
The man in the black garment saluted too.
The clouds dispersed, revealing the figure of an old man in a white robe; his aura was ethereal, far surpassing the group of demigods.
"Xia Hai." The old man in the white robe looked down at the youth in black.
"Divine," the youth in black respectfully replied.