A Role Model

An old horse pulled a dilapidated carriage slowly toward the Prefecture Governor's Mansion. It finally came to a stop.

The coachman turned around and called inside:

"My lord, we're at the Prefecture Governor's Mansion.

"It's time to get out!"

Hearing him, Li Jiyang reached out and opened the curtain, then jumped down from the carriage. He looked around at the Prefecture Governor's Mansion, its appearance unchanged, and couldn't help letting out a sigh:

"Everything's changed, and yet everything's the same. The mansion hasn't changed at all, but it has a new master."

Li Jiyang couldn't help shaking his head. He muttered under his breath:

"Governor, oh, Governor. How could you have fallen so hard this time? You were so useless! I had such high hopes for you. I was sure we wouldn't lose this fight against Ninglu.

"You were a figure as mighty as a god. Who could have defeated you?"

That was only what Li Jiyang thought, though.

The truth was, the Governor had been wiped out in a single battle and banished to some unknown, hidden corner of the world. Whether he'd ever return in this lifetime was anyone's guess.

Li Jiyang kept muttering:

"You fool. Did you ever stop to think how miserable things would get for those of us who followed and supported you after you lost? You didn't spare a thought for any of us. Sigh!"

He let out a deep sigh. It still seemed hard to believe. That had been a Jie Realm martial artist, a peak figure in this world!

And yet he'd been defeated so cleanly.

"My lord!" The coachman had served Li Jiyang for many years and felt no need to hold back around him. He offered some comfort. "You don't need to worry so much. Didn't that Sin Lord just