He Long's words were useless; he babbled and rushed into his new position.
Probably the most aggrieved City Lord ever, facing life-and-death issues immediately upon taking office.
"City Lord, shall I change the name of the city now?" a servant spoke up.
The Deputy City Lord kicked him to the side: "What the hell are you talking about at a time like this."
The servant squatted to one side, looking aggrieved.
He Long looked at him but said nothing—serves you right! I don't even know how long I'll be in this position, the final name change is uncertain!
"City Lord, please make your decision!" The Deputy City Lord raised his hand, making a pretentious gesture of respect.
"What's there to decide? Either wait for death or seek outside assistance." He Long decided to risk it all, doing whatever comes to mind. The opponent surely isn't foolish, they won't be targeting just a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator like me.
"Alright, let's get to it!"
