Tian Zhu and the Dragon Emperor exchanged a glance, and both remained silent.
Chief Steward Ye, having finally recovered from his shock, stepped forward trembling. "My lord, if you have any last wishes, please entrust them to Mr. Tian Zhu. We are lowly in status and fear we cannot bear such a grave responsibility."
Though Chief Steward Ye was flustered, he had not lost his head.
At such a critical moment,
his first choice was the powerful Tian Zhu.
With Young Master Titan absent, the three kingdom lords—Azure Wolf, Wan Jiao, and Lou Luo—were watching like tigers eyeing their prey. If they were allowed to interfere, not only Green Willow City but the entire Windstop Kingdom would likely be carved up cleanly among them. Better to entrust matters to Tian Zhu and wait for Young Master Titan to return and make arrangements. Surely whatever final wishes the Lord of Windstop had could then be fulfilled.
"You are still loyal..." The Lord of Windstop smiled painfully, then suddenly rose to his feet.
Blazing energy burst from his body. The man who had seemed weak and on the verge of death rapidly recovered as though nothing had happened. If not for the Violent Poison assassin's dagger still embedded in his back and the blood still pouring from his body, everyone would have doubted their own eyes.
Chief Steward Ye, the city lords, and the Heaven-ranked warriors could not help cheering aloud.
No matter what, they did not want the Lord of Windstop to die.
If Windstop fell, they would have to serve a new master.
And after changing masters, their current wealth and glory would no longer be guaranteed. Being entrusted to Young Master Titan and Tian Zhu would be all right; they presumably would not covet some backwater place like Green