Inside the Council Hall, Lu Chuan hovered above the high platform, looking down at the conversation between the two men below.
Wan Changdong seemed very conflicted, while Lu Baixuan wore an indifferent expression.
"As the City Lord, you actually care about your reputation? What's the use of reputation? If you have enough strength, which of the people below would dare to defy you?"
"Cooperate well with me, and I promise you'll break through to the Martial Saint Realm!"
Wan Changdong's eyes lit up, "I'm just a hair's breadth away from the Martial Saint Realm. If you can help me cross that gap, I will be eternally grateful!"
He looked at Lu Baixuan with a very grateful expression.
The temptation of the Martial Saint Realm's power was too great for Wan Changdong; he just couldn't resist it.
If someone could help him break through to the Martial Saint Realm, that person would be like his parents reborn, holding a tremendous debt of gratitude.
