"Who are you calling a monster, Senior?!" Ye Fan's face darkened, and he shot back, "He's my closest friend, someone I've been through life and death with—my own brother!"
Had the man come back from the dead, or had he been hiding in the shadows, plotting all along?
Whatever was going on with him, the initiative lay with them now. They were in Su Lin's home territory, Ye Fan's power hadn't vanished, and that gave him plenty of backbone. But what exactly had Bro of Cheats done to drive the city lord into such a state?
"My mistake. Come sign the contract, Your Excellency. Pay the tax, and All-Heavens City will be yours from now on." The former city lord held his forehead, looking thoroughly haggard.
Ye Fan stepped closer. On the table lay twelve tokens for candidates to become city lord, along with a simple, straightforward contract on white paper, free of any other clauses.
"Weren't you already dead, Senior? Reincarnated as Shang Yue?" Ye Fan neither rushed nor took the bait. Instead, he looked at the man and asked his question.
Something was strange.
Even with Ye Fan's current temporary cultivation, he could sense neither the man's presence nor his aura. It was as though the city lord before him were merely a three-dimensional projection.
"If he'd managed to make All-Heavens City bigger and stronger, he really could have called himself my reincarnation. Unfortunately, he didn't. You may call me Shang Yang." Shang Yang let out a long sigh, glanced at Ye Fan's wrist, then suddenly cursed:
"Fuck you, Reincarnation Space!"
Ye Fan: "..."
What followed was a torrent of words in languages Ye Fan had never heard. Perhaps the city lord had gone too long without speaking to anyone, or perhaps there was some other reason, but