The fire had fused Zhang Guangming's body permanently to the throne chair that he had wanted so much. For the dignity of his uncle, Michaux didn't carve up his body as he did to the other traitors.
Although Michaux was a compassionate leader, he was not a softy, and he upheld his bottom line more fiercely than anyone else. If it were during peacetime, Michaux might have spared Zhang Guangming's life. However, during this time of turmoil, the last thing humans needed was infighting.
"Young master, are you alright?"
Michaux waved a hand and said, "The lord of the Divine Will had betrayed the sect. Fang Zhengnan, I now declare you as the new lord of the Divine Will! Lead our man to take the city now…I don't want to see any rebellions."
"Yes, my lord." Fang Zhengnan quickly gathered his troops and charged out of the city. What Zhang Guangming failed to understand was that even if Michaux were dead, he still wouldn't be the next in line to inherit the title.
