Black Iron City, the City Lord's Manor.
By then, City Lord Gu Chenfeng had returned to the manor and, surrounded by a group of people, headed to the Training Room in the rear courtyard to heal his injuries.
Liu Youfang, the Three Kings, and Ling Wanshuang and the other lords of the Three Cities were there.
They stood in the front courtyard's main hall, gazing toward the rear courtyard, their expressions still somewhat dazed.
At that moment, Liu Youfang's Adam's apple bobbed, and he spoke with some uncertainty.
"Everyone, was the person who piloted that flying ship and landed here just now really Commandery Governor Lu of our Xilin Commandery?"
Beside him, Ling Wanshuang, Daoist Qingxuan, and Lei Qianjun, the lords of the three border cities, nodded numbly.
"It was indeed Commandery Governor Lu!" Ling Wanshuang confirmed. She had personally paid her respects to Lu Chongyue many times and naturally could not have mistaken him.
Hearing this, Liu Youfang became even more bewildered.
"If that really was Commandery Governor Lu, then unless my eyes deceived me, he personally piloted the airship just now and even took the initiative to lead the way for the City Lord and those people beside him. They seemed quite familiar with one another?"
Liu Youfang had already phrased it extremely tactfully.
After that group had disembarked from the airship, the dignified Commandery Governor of Xilin Commandery, Lu Chongyue, had been there.
Toward those escorting Gu Chenfeng back, he could practically be described as bowing and scraping, his manner incomparably respectful and humble.
Not just Liu Youfang-even Ling Wanshuang and the other two city lords felt their minds could not quite keep up as they recalled the scene.
That had indeed been Commandery Governor Lu. The vast, imposing aura around him had not changed.
Yet the