"Do not panic. I suspect this Ye Zhen is an impostor from the Devil Race!"
Hearing Sacred Priest Fei Suo's words, Ye Zhen, high in the sky, suddenly found them absurdly funny—and unbearably sad and desolate.
This truly was... ironic enough...
For the past several decades in Great Zhou, Ye Zhen had fought and bled, walked the edge of the blade, and battled the Devil Race without cease.
Yet while he was still alive, Luoyi had already bestowed a posthumous title upon him.
Fine. Ye Zhen could overlook that, considering the intelligence sent earlier had been far too horrifying—the Devil Race had deployed two Creation Realm Divine Kings.
But Great Zhou had offered no rescue and taken no action. Instead, its first move had been to seize complete control of Ye Zhen's Town-Guarding Duke's Mansion. That left Ye Zhen thoroughly chilled.
Of course, from the Empire's perspective, if Ye Zhen, the Duke of the State, had died, then it was only natural for Great Zhou to take over the Town-Guarding Duke's Mansion in full.
But the way they had gone about taking it over was exceedingly underhanded.
Not only had they used threats and coercion, they had initially intended to kill his senior sister, Instructor Liao Feibai, and later meant to use her as a hostage.
Because of Princess Changle, Ye Zhen's Town-Guarding Duke's Mansion had no mistress of the household for the time being, but everyone knew Instructor Liao Feibai's status.
Even if Ye Zhen had truly died, even if Luoyi had come to take over the Town-Guarding Duke's Mansion, they could not treat Instructor Liao Feibai this way, even if they had no intention of treating her well.
Ye Zhen suddenly felt that these past twenty-odd years had been a failure!
For over twenty years, Ye Zhen had