Ask the Lord, How Much Sorrow Can There Be? It's Just Like a Group of Eunuchs Visiting a Brothel

Liu Xiaofei reluctantly walked him out for a few steps.

Once he had confirmed that the City Lord truly was gone for good, he threw his head back and laughed before returning to the City Lord's Manor to start packing.

From today onward, this would be his residence!

Mystic Thunder City was in an uproar.

After the sheets of paper fluttered down from the sky, the contents nearly made everyone laugh themselves to death.

The drawings on the paper were anything but impressive, crooked and clumsy like the work of a five-year-old.

But they conveyed their meaning quite clearly.

The picture showed a group of Zhao Family disciples visiting a brothel, except none of them had been drawn wearing pants. Of the more than twenty people, only one had been given a penis.

There were several lines of writing beneath the drawing.

The first line read: The fourth from the left is Zhao Santian. He has one. The others do not.

The lines below were downright vicious, saying that the rest were all eunuchs who had nothing but pretended they did, forcing the girls to shriek and put on an act.

At the bottom of the picture was a verse that left the gossiping crowd slapping their knees in admiration.

"How much sorrow can you bear, my friend? Like a pack of eunuchs visiting a brothel? Fine poetry, fine poetry! Though the Fist Sect people may have something wrong with their heads, they do have a bit of talent."

For a time, that verse spread throughout the entire city and then on to other cities.

Liu Xiaofei, who had just become City Lord, was still immersed in the joy of his promotion and raise.

Otherwise, with his cultivation having only just entered the Deity Transformation Realm, he would have needed