"Could you grant this old man a favor?"
As the voice sounded, a figure swiftly arrived.
"Greetings, City Lord!"
Seeing the middle-aged man, the common citizens and the soldiers of the City Lord's Mansion all bowed respectfully.
Wu Tian and his family, however, just stood there quietly, showing no intention of bowing. Wu Tian, in particular, couldn't help but think of his friend, Guang Changlin, upon seeing this City Lord. Aside from not being bald, the man was the spitting image of his friend, whom he had nicknamed 'Baldy' Guang, plunging Wu Tian into a sea of memories.
"How dare you! You see the City Lord and do not kneel! You killed my mother, so you must be a spy from another clan!" Now that his father, the City Lord, had arrived, Guang Ming felt emboldened. He regained his usual arrogance and shouted at Wu Tian.
