The imperial envoy arrived: Governor Li, did you intend to defy the imperial decree?

Eastern Ridge—no, the Eastern Prefecture Royal Court.

Li Xinge had remained in the royal court all this time, consolidating his cultivation.

At the same time, he was waiting for news from Shenjing.

He knew perfectly well that those in Shenjing would never simply watch him assume control of Eastern Prefecture as well.

He was already prepared.

Whoever came to steal the fruits of his labor,

he would make them understand just how prickly this fruit called Eastern Prefecture was.

That day, the sky was high, the clouds thin, and the breeze fresh and clear.

The Eastern Prefecture Royal Court.

Armored soldiers stood in ranks, banners fluttering above them.

An air of deadly menace soared into the heavens.

Zhao Wujiu, Fu Yu, Wang Tianming, Wutu Jie, Shuize Tu, and the other senior officials of Yang Province and Eastern Prefecture stood solemnly, the atmosphere somewhat tense.

They had received word in advance.

The imperial envoy from Shenjing would arrive today.

Although the imperial decree had yet to arrive,

everyone already knew that the position of Governor of Eastern Continent had fallen into the hands of Shenjing's prodigy, Li Xuanxian.

Li Xinge, meanwhile, had only been granted the titles of Great General of the South and Marquis of Chu by the court.

Fu Yu turned, sweeping his gaze over everyone, and said coolly, "I don't care how powerful Li Xuanxian's background is or how strong he is. All I know is that Eastern Prefecture is territory won by the Marquis of Chu and the countless soldiers of our Yang Province. The court wants to pluck that fruit with a worthless scrap of paper? There is no such easy bargain under heaven."

His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Everyone's heart tightened.

Seeing Li Jin about to charge out