Nanxiang Prefecture, Formless City.
A bearded man walked back and forth in the City Lord's Mansion's grand hall, an anxious expression on his face.
"Damn it! Damn it! I'm the Prefecture Master, yet those guys dare to disobey my orders!"
"So what if you are the Prefecture Master? Your cultivation is too low, your power too weak. Why should people let you walk all over them?" A cold voice echoed.
"And what about you?" Ling Canghai sneered.
The cold voice fell silent: "The old me was too arrogant, thinking everything I knew was everything there was. Little did I know, in the end, it was all meaningless, and even I am just a remnant soul someone left behind."
"You know you're just a remnant soul, yet you dare to boast?" Ling Canghai scoffed.
"I said before, if you are willing to help me accomplish that task, I will grant you a fortune beyond your imagination."
