The so-called City Lord merely looks like an ordinary middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
Yet there's an aura of Starry sky level fluctuation surrounding him, perhaps from being in a high position for so long, displaying a natural dignified presence.
"Hmm, are you accomplices in the murder of the Feyu Clan's Ambassador's son? Hmph, how bold."
The City Lord glanced indifferently at the two who were bowing, then looked over at Jia Yan.
At this moment, Jia Yan had suppressed his power fluctuations to appear only at about a Heavenly level strength. He wanted to see how this reputed Human Race City Lord would deal with him.
Depending on the handling method, Jia Yan would make different moves.
After all, this so-called Human Race, to him, was merely similar in appearance, without any real kinship relations. He wouldn't mind creating chaos here.
