Not far away.
The Governor of Zhu Yao City gazed at the devastation nearby, feeling his throat dry up. A sharp-eyed junior official beside him passed a water bottle, and after he gulped down some cool water...
He managed to slightly calm his turbulent thoughts.
He couldn't help but wipe his forehead only to find his hands drenched, not from a leaking bottle, but from the cold sweat on his brow.
Moreover, it was already autumn, far too cool for midday heat to cause such sweating.
He was purely frightened by the disastrous scenes before him.
Only when he witnessed the site of last night's confrontation did he finally realize... the immense terror of the being he had almost provoked!
Terrifying!
A Governor of Zhu Yao City, fearful of a fugitive wanted by the Imperial Court… Should such news spread, many would surely laugh out loud, and many colleagues within the court would look down on him.
