A gentle breeze blew, and the setting sun hung in the distant horizon.
The setting sun was like blood, painting the world outside the window bright red.
A young master dressed in luxurious clothes walked over from outside. When the others saw who it was, they were shocked and knelt on the ground in unison.
"Greetings, Governor." The voices were not orderly.
The workers in the Netherworld Pavilion could not believe their eyes. 'Why would the governor appear here? Did the governor hear our conversation just now?'
'We're finished!' Their faces turned pale.
The members of the Netherworld Pavilion had allied with an outsider who pretended to be the important figure that the governor respected the most. If the governor knew, he would not let it go for sure.
Only Ou Yangming stood there alone. He turned around and saw the young man in luxurious clothes. On the person's chest was the symbol of a Seven Stars Pavilion's elder.
