City Lord's Mansion.
At this moment, it was desolate, with only a few scattered birds walking and stopping in the courtyard.
"Damn it, a bunch of arrogant bastards who look down on others!" Resentful and jealous voices echoed from the City Lord's study.
A man in his forties, with a rugged face, dressed in a red robe, was filled with anger and jealousy.
"The City Lord has just fallen, and they didn't even come to see, instead, they went to flatter that bumbling youth!"
"The Extreme Fist Sect may seem glorious now, but it's like cooking oil with a blazing fire, their end is near!"
The red-robed middle-aged man was none other than General Gao.
He had previously been at odds with the Extreme Fist Sect, confronting them more than once.
His current outburst partly sought justice for the City Lord, and partly stemmed from his own fear for the future, a feeling he alone understood.
