The people of City of No Redemption truly did share a trait passed down through the same vein.
From Kuishan to Huang Jinmo, there was always a provocatively confrontational edge to the way they spoke.
Who knew whether that was simply their style, or whether they had something against him...
Being watched with cold, stern eyes by a powerhouse who held the power of life and death over this place, it was impossible to feel no pressure at all.
Yet Jiang Wang still sat perfectly upright, his expression as composed as ever. "My senior naturally has his own gratitude to express. But as a friend of my senior, I worry for my friend. And for every kindness shown to my senior, I too feel a humble measure of gratitude."
"Not bad." Huang Jinmo watched him quietly for a while, then nodded. "Across the three thousand li of Zhuang Kingdom's lands, Zhu Weiwu remembers only one Jiang Wang. You truly are different from the rest."
Zhuang Kingdom now had four thousand li of land... Jiang Wang thought, but did not correct her.
This was probably Huang Jinmo's praise. Though no matter how he listened to it, it sounded more like she was affirming Zhu Weiwu...
"You flatter me, Your Excellency," Jiang Wang said. "May I ask where my senior is at present? If today is inconvenient, I can come pay him a visit another day."
"He is presently in a very distant place. He will need a little more time before he can return." Huang Jinmo sat in her lavish chair, her black-lacquered nails lightly tapping its armrest. There was a lonely, frigid majesty in her voice.
Both were women of cold and striking temperament, yet she and Li Fengyao were different.
Huang Jinmo possessed more majesty, and a deeper sense