[Truth? Who Can Know the Secret of Eternity]

The steward stood before the Redemption City Lord and respectfully reported everything.

Although the Redemption City Lord had long been prepared, the intelligence the steward had gathered still frightened him into breaking out in a cold sweat down his spine... Fortunately, he had changed sides quickly back then. Otherwise, his entire family would likely have died without even a burial ground. Having offended such an unapproachable great figure—though he was the Redemption City Lord personally appointed by the outer hall of the Central Divine Temple to guard the God-Hated Execution Platform—he could still be crushed to death with a single finger.

How easy would it be to replace a city lord? On the Central Divine Temple's side, heaven knew how many people were eyeing his position like tigers watching prey.

If he were charged with a crime, he would undoubtedly be finished!

"Tell me. I want to know what you think about this matter—the more detailed, the better." Besides being thick-skinned, the Redemption City Lord had another admirable quality: he was skilled at using others as mirrors, and understood how to correct his own mistakes in time through other people's eyes.

"My lord, forgive this humble one for speaking frankly." The steward naturally understood the Redemption City Lord's temperament. Their interests were tied together; they would rise and fall together, so of course he was willing to offer advice. "In truth, even with your lordship's status and position, it would be difficult to attach yourself to that honored guest from Heaven. After all, the difference in status is simply too vast. If we express ourselves too eagerly, we may instead provoke his displeasure. To put it plainly, the peerless pearl we regard as a priceless treasure would seem as ordinary to him as a bowl of coarse rice to someone