Me and He Caitou Formally Accept Your Surrender

He Caitou scratched his cheek sheepishly. "It's my first time wearing this. I look pretty presentable, at least. I hope I haven't embarrassed you, Lord Sequence God."

Jiang Yuheng waved his hand. "Don't worry too much about me. It's not like embarrassing myself is something I've only done once or twice. In the Sun Moon Empire, Frost Dragon is far more than a symbol of power. It's also a title for a traitor."

At this point, He Caitou voiced the question he had been pondering all along. "Back then, was it Xu Tianran who drove you out, or did you have some other purpose of your own?"

Jiang Yuheng glanced at him indifferently. "A little of everything, I suppose. But it doesn't matter anymore. Let's go in first."

Seeing that Jiang Yuheng did not want to answer, He Caitou wisely chose not to press him.

After all, who could say for sure about something like that?

West District.

When Wang Mu, the chief representative of the old nobility, saw that the person who had come was Jiang Yuheng, he was so terrified that he nearly collapsed on the spot.

They had heard all about what the valiant Frost Dragon Butterfly had done in the East District, and lived in fear of it day after day.

If this madman replicated his actions in the East District during their surrender, then the old nobility would be completely finished. They would have no chance of survival.

"L-Lord Frost Dragon Butterfly, I admit that I hesitated and didn't surrender immediately because I was clinging to a sliver of hope. But now I am truly and sincerely begging you to spare us!"

As he spoke, this representative of the old nobility, who had always regarded himself as supreme, knelt before Jiang Yuheng under the eyes