Whoosh!
A single stone stirred up a thousand ripples!
Everyone stared at Ye Wudao in shock.
"Lord Jiang has come to the Martial Department specifically for Ye Wudao?"
"With Lord Jiang backing him, who else could kill him?"
The Martial King nodded, without saying much.
Now that Lord Jiang had spoken his golden words, he had no reason to refuse!
As the saying goes, if you can't do it for the monk, do it for the Buddha—let alone for Lord Jiang, who held sway over the court and was ranked among the six lords of Dragon Country.
Ye Wudao bowed his fists to Lord Jiang; "Thank you, Lord Jiang, for lending a hand!"
"When your father died, I was in seclusion. I learned of it too late, and the damage was beyond repair—it was my fault too..." Lord Jiang's eyes showed a tinge of guilt.
Ye Wudao shook his head; "My father's death is not your fault, Lord Jiang. There is no need for you to feel guilty."
"Young master, who would have thought that you knew Lord Jiang!"
