"Ah! Is this for real?" Ye Feng fell back in a tactical retreat.
"Absolutely certain!"
The old City Lord grasped Ye Feng's hands with a face full of age and hope, "Currently, only Ye Feng, the Chosen One, is qualified to take the position of City Lord in Whitefloat City."
"No, I'm not cut out to be the City Lord," Ye Feng shook his head like a rattle drum at the thought of the countless troubles he'd be facing if he became City Lord.
"You think it's troublesome, Sect Master Ye? If that's the case, you could just be a figurehead, I can retire to the role of Deputy City Lord and manage the city for you," the old City Lord urged with some anxiety.
If Ye Feng really didn't want it, the newly built Whitefloat City might not only get reclaimed by County King City but also divided among other Star-Level Forces.
The Deputy City Lord turned a strange shade when he heard that the old City Lord wanted to manage the whole city.
