In terms of strength, he wasn't afraid of anyone, but the enemy had too many people, even more than the Bright Mirror Sect people who rule this place. Reporting this crazy chaos to the higher-ups was useless because their reply was always the same: 'Ensure stability, transport supplies back to the Sect.'
He asked for help, for assistance, but could only get any help other than actual support.
Crying to the heavens brought no response, begging the earth brought no help, the City Lord thought he could only let these mysterious forces — not even counting the Heavenly Demons — manipulate things, ending up with a reputation for incompetence, either being sent back to the Sect for seclusion or even assassinated in the dark.
But just now, everything changed.
For some reason, the usually silent and cold Red Tower City suddenly erupted in noise.
