Amidst the joyous banquet, a messenger guard suddenly barged in. Shi Wujue's face, which astounded the world, immediately showed a hint of displeasure. Always brazen, he was not necessarily amiable even with his subordinates...
"Bang!"
The glazed cup in his hand instantly fell to the ground, and the shards of glass, along with the wine, scattered instantly...
"You witless servant, how dare you disrupt this City Lord's feast! You're simply courting death! Someone come..." With a wave of his black sleeve, Shi Wujue's authoritative presence as City Lord emerged, and his face, known throughout the world, was full of decisive determination.
"City Lord, please calm your anger! City Lord, please calm your anger! This concerns the esteemed guest of the City Lord, and even at the cost of my life, I must report it!" The messenger guard seemed to have anticipated his master's reaction. Though flustered, he hurriedly spoke up, showing no sign of fearing death.
