Sometimes Wu Ting would wonder whether this master he followed, who looked like a young boy, had some kind of magical power unknown to other monsters.
"You said you wanted to be the Lord of the North, and then you got the North. It's so magical, I still feel like I'm dreaming."
Wu Ting stood behind John Han and murmured softly. Looking at the rapid rise of his lord, he felt that he had lived in vain all these years.
John Han nodded slowly. At this moment, there was a lot of noise and bustle outside the hall. As the new overlord, he also needed to follow the old custom and hold a grand banquet to make the guests drunk for three days so that the news of the change of ownership of the North would spread to every inch of land here.
Not far away, a maid was checking the attire that Palace Master Shenxue would wear for the ceremony for the last time, while John Han sat upright on the chair, not showing any excitement or anxiety at all.
Login to comment
Be the first one to comment...