"May I ask, who from the Star-Treasure Pavilion's main headquarters has come?!"
Evan Chu stepped forward, forcing everyone else to retreat. He spoke out loudly, his Saint Venerable cultivation on full display. Yet the sheer force of his aura made even Holy Emperor experts wary.
"Our lord is the leader of Star-Treasure Pavilion's Four Prefecture Masters—the East-Star Sacred Emperor. Upon hearing that Hall Master Evan Chu of Dragon-Chen Hall is holding a wedding here, he has come to deliver a grand gift."
The speaker wasn’t the true master inside the starship, but rather the commander of the black-clad guard corps protecting the warship—a peak late Holy Emperor in his own right.
Evan Chu was utterly shaken. Sacred Emperor? Was it really a Sacred Emperor?!
At this point, he was no longer some ignorant bumpkin; he’d learned at least the basics about Star-Treasure Pavilion’s internal structure.
For example, the Pavilion’s highest leader is the Master of the Central World Headquarters in the Star-River Sacred Domain, followed by three Vice Masters, then the Four Prefecture Masters, who control the Star-Treasure Pavilion’s branches across the East, West, South, and North star-regions. The southeastern sector here falls under the East-Star Prefecture’s rule—so the powerhouse before him must be the East-Star Prefecture Master, a true Sacred Emperor!
"May I ask, Lord East-Star Prefecture Master, what brings you here today—what is your true purpose?"
A heavy sense of doubt welled up in Evan Chu’s heart.
Was this some kind of joke? A wedding, a grand gift—what possible reason would the East-Star Prefecture Master have to care about someone like Desmond Mansfield? What backwater trash was this? Not even Evan Chu’s own background was worth a fart in front of such a figure!
Evan’s first thought wasn’t wrong, but his second was way off—the East-Star Prefecture Master had come here for Evan Chu alone.
"Young friend Evan, come aboard my flagship for a chat."
An elderly voice rang out. Horace Hong, the Yellow-Blade Star-Region branch master standing in the crowd, shuddered—he knew exactly who this was!
Evan Chu was stunned. The East-Star Prefecture Master was inviting him for a private talk? What was going on? Wasn’t this a Sacred Emperor?! For the first time, he genuinely couldn’t tell if this was good fortune or disaster.
"Hall Master, you mustn’t!"
"Evan!"
Everyone warned Evan Chu not to go. It was far too dangerous! Did they not see the lineup? Getting in might be easy—getting out would be another story.
Evan Chu just smiled and said, "The Prefecture Master likely bears no ill will—and if he did want me dead, none of you could stop him."
The other side was simply too strong. Even the random ones who showed up were all Holy Emperor-level powerhouses—making enemies here was suicide.
Evan Chu simply relaxed, strode forward in big steps, and no one tried to stop him. He easily entered the starship’s interior.