Nanshao Prefecture's Prefectural Governor's Mansion.
The atmosphere in the main hall was oppressive to the extreme. Three servants knelt on the ground, trembling like leaves.
Before them stood a square table.
Upon it sat a grisly mound of severed heads!
Prefectural Governor Ruan Zhaoming stared at the head at the very top, his face dark as iron.
It belonged to the Head Manager of the Garrison Celestial Master's Mansion.
Just three days ago, he had been drinking and making merry with the man in his residence.
Now they were separated by life and death.
Though the Head Manager's life or death was of no consequence to him, and Ruan Zhaoming had been using the man from beginning to end.
He had never truly regarded him highly.
Yet this prefectural governor, who wielded power over an entire prefecture, felt as if his face had been slapped swollen.
Every head was a resounding slap across his face.
There were at least thirty heads in that mound—equivalent to thirty slaps.
Even with Ruan Zhaoming's deep composure, the corner of his eye twitched.
This mound of heads had been delivered by people from the Garrison Celestial Master's Mansion.
And he had already learned everything about what had happened outside the Celestial Master's Mansion that morning.
He had never imagined that the newly appointed Celestial Master would be so decisive and ruthless.
He was simply lawless!
These cultivators truly treated human lives like blades of grass, regarding ordinary people as mere ants.
Ruan Zhaoming would not consider.
Whether there had been anything wrong with his past conduct of indulging these people in their reckless excesses and allowing them to ruin the Celestial Master's Mansion's reputation.
He knew only that he had been humiliated by the newly arrived Yunyang Sect cultivator!
These heads were also the