With a long sigh, the City Lord asked indifferently, "People of the Demon Lord Temple, I apologize for my previous rudeness; I should not have scorned your power."
"I don't understand," the temple keeper said with a smile.
"What I mean is, I welcome your return, and I hope..."
"I don't understand."
The City Lord looked at the temple keeper for a long time.
The weather was getting colder and colder, so cold that they all had to chop down trees to keep warm.
The expression on the temple keeper's face reminded the City Lord of a tree he had seen when he was younger, green in color, occupying a whole hill by itself, with no other plants around.
Under the barren soil lay the tree's root systems, resembling blood vessels, which the pestilence had transformed into a disease tree that devoured everything, but on the outside, it looked lush and even somewhat gentle.
Just like the temple keeper in front of him.
