"Benefactor, how come we... Isn't this the City Lord's Mansion?" Song Zhi looked at the familiar building, completely baffled.
The Lord City Lord has always been devoted to the people, living extremely frugally, and even the City Lord's Mansion isn't much different from an ordinary household, except the courtyard is a bit larger and there are a few more guards at the entrance.
He never imagined, not even in his dreams, that his benefactor would seek stable employment for him in the City Lord's Mansion.
Thinking about his lack of skills and how, even as a Demon Cultivator, his transformed appearance was overly ordinary, Song Zhi glanced at the distinguished Jiang Yuan beside him. A sense of inferiority enveloped him again, and his spine involuntarily bent down.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he hesitated and softly suggested, "Or maybe... let's forget it. I can't do anything well and might embarrass my benefactor..."
