After a night of cultivation, the next day soon arrived. Zhang Lin sent a message and visiting card to the City Lord's Office on behalf of the three of them. Once a reply came, they changed into their robes and went to pay their respects.
The old city lord's surname had been Yan, and his given name was Fu. In his early years, he too had been a renowned Spirit Transformation Venerable. Unfortunately, an injury sustained in battle had never healed and had gradually worsened until it became grave. He had died before his lifespan ran out. The current young city lord was his great-grandson, Yan Che. Barely over two hundred years old, he was the youngest city lord Wen Xu had ever met. No wonder everyone called him the young city lord.
This year, the young city lord was only at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. For an ordinary cultivator, that was an exceptional achievement, and he had once appeared on the Prodigies Ranking. But for a city as vast as Jingyuan City, a Nascent Soul Realm city lord was hardly enough. The Aristocratic Clans had all but stripped him of power, and the City Lord's Office had lost nearly all its authority. Even ordinary people in the city knew it was better to ask an Aristocratic Clan for help than the city lord.
The three soon met the young city lord who, rumor had it, held power in name alone.
How to put it? The moment Bian Chunchou saw him, he was almost certain Wen Xu-Xu's guess was right. The young city lord's eyes and brows looked so much like Bushi's that they might have been stamped from the same mold. They were not quite the copy-and-paste likeness of Wen Xu-Xu and Crown Prince Zhou Jia, but once