A Fine Bird Chooses the Tree It Roosts In

When the steward and the Lord of Redemption City were brimming with expectation, Yan Bei, that worthless scout they had never even noticed before, brought them news that thrilled them.

Their lord wished to grant them an audience.

The Lord of Redemption City hurriedly put on his most ceremonious attire and brought his wife along. Accompanied by the steward and the captain of the personal guard,

they secretly made their way to the luxurious airship's hall and knelt in thanks for divine grace. Though the audience was granted from behind a curtain, and they had no chance to kiss the divine feet to show their devotion, this was already glory enough. People like the steward and the captain of the personal guard did not dare raise their heads at all, afraid that any lack of reverence might offend the deity. After being granted seats, the Lord of Redemption City declined repeatedly before finally sitting on the brocade chair with an excited expression. Yet he only dared rest half his buttocks on it, his body ramrod straight, terrified that he might show the slightest impropriety.

Not just him—even the steward and captain of the personal guard standing with their hands hanging respectfully behind the city lord were trembling all over from nerves.

Had they not controlled themselves with all their strength, they would have made fools of themselves on the spot.

"Madam has assisted the city lord in guarding this region and is also a woman of worthy virtue and fine conduct. Please, be seated!" Fallen Blossom's beauty carried an overwhelming presence. That innate nobility and elegance of hers was one of a kind, impossible for anyone in the world to imitate. Her voice was heavenly music; with a casual word, she made one feel as though bathed in spring breeze.