Provincial Government Office.
The director of the General Office sat on the sofa, looking cautious and tentative. "Should we perhaps hold it back?"
The provincial governor clutched a formal letter inviting Chen Shouyi to the capital to receive a medal and reward. His brow furrowed, and for a long while, he said nothing.
He had been reading it for some time, until his brain ached.
Most formal letters with obvious intentions to lure people away got no more than a glance from him before he tossed them into the trash. For example, invitations for famous experts to attend conferences in the capital, or requests for the Great Martial Artists and martial masters from each province to return to the capital for reexamination and national certification.
Anyone could tell that letters like these were bait. Only a fool would take it.
Every province had its own circumstances. Some areas in their province were still occupied!
Just taking care of his own province had left him frazzled. How could he spare any strength to support the central government? Even if he agreed, no one else would.
But this letter concerned a powerful martial master. He couldn't handle it carelessly.
According to the information in the letter, the person Chen had killed this time was a demigod. Even if the demigod had been severely wounded, that was still an extraordinary feat!
When most of Hedong had fallen, there had only been one demigod leading the invasion.
Even severely wounded, a demigod was far stronger than an ordinary martial master, despite having only a fraction of their full strength.
A martial master like that was vital to Jiangnan Province, enough to serve as its bedrock.
His importance was comparable to that of an entire division.
What was more, this martial master was still young,