"Lady Cultivator… the city lord… he…" the tavern owner hesitated as if trying to decide what words to say next.
"Speak freely… this conversation will not leave this room," Xu Lu coldly spoke as she slid another bag towards the middle-aged woman.
The tavern owner picked up the bag and placed it in one of her apron's pockets.
A conflicted expression flashed across her face before determination surfaced in her eyes.
"The city lord… is a vain, petty, jealous and vicious man," the tavern owner's voice lowered to that of a mere whisper.
"He fears the strong cultivators and provides them with beauties, riches and luxurious whenever they visit the city."
"Because of that they turn a blind eye to the suffering that he inflicts on the people… still… he is a necessary evil."
"A necessary evil?" Xu Lu asked with a tinge of confusion in her tone.
