The City Lord of Tushan must have come from the Northern Plains and was intimately familiar with all sorts of rules.
"Sir!"
"Indeed, I broke the rules this time, and I was wrong first."
Shang Chengye said in a deep voice, "However, I was born in a Nascent Soul family, with both my grandfather and great-grandfather being Nascent Soul Monks. To kill me for a minor mistake, for a person of minor significance like me, would mean taking on a tremendously serious matter, and I feel it's not worth it for you."
As a Post-golden Pill Alchemist, he managed to belittle himself to the point of worthlessness, while simultaneously threatening and elevating the other party in a way that wouldn't make most people feel any resentment.
'What about Vajra Tuduo?'
'Did this damned wretch run away?'
Shang Chengye's Divine Sense swept chaotically, cursing constantly in his heart, while his face became more respectful.
