At the same time this matter came to an end, inside the City Lord's Mansion.
In an anciently furnished study, an elderly man who looked like a steward spoke respectfully.
"City Lord, I heard things have gotten quite heated over there. Are we really not going to step in?"
"Also, the Liao Family has sent another letter asking for help, saying they are willing to offer their income for the next three years."
Before him sat a stern-faced middle-aged man.
This man was none other than Luoyang City's City Lord, a five-star expert—Mo Feiyu!
He carefully leafed through the dossier before him, as though he had not heard the steward at all.
Seeing this, the steward did not dare interrupt him and simply waited silently at the side.
The room immediately fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the faint rustle of turning pages.
Only after reaching the final page of the dossier did Mo Feiyu pause. Without even glancing at the letter before him, he said calmly,
"This matter ends here. There is no need to concern ourselves with it further."
"As for other factions wishing to interfere, let them do as they please."
"However, they must not stir up such a citywide uproar again like this time."
"Should we send someone to make appropriate contact?" the steward asked again.
"No need. Leave things as they are."
A trace of surprise flashed through the steward's eyes, but he said nothing more and bowed before leaving the room.
Mo Feiyu showed no reaction. He merely looked at the dossier in his hand, his gaze flickering faintly.
"Interesting."
"In less than two months, he rose from an ordinary Force Conduit martial artist to the Celestial Origin Realm."
"Was his talent monstrous, was he deliberately concealing his abilities, or had he