"Please forgive our past transgressions, Governor Chen."
All eyes focused on the scene.
Holding his wine cup, Chen Sheng's calm gaze swept over the two bowing figures below, then lingered on Lu Qingsong's seemingly sincere face.
He felt a profound sense of irony.
In all his conflicts with the Iron Sword Sect, he had never once been at a disadvantage. On the contrary, the Iron Sword Sect had always suffered greatly.
They had not only served as a stepping stone for his rise.
Later, he had even targeted them during the battle on Wushan Mountain, causing them to lose numerous advantages.
By all rights, the Iron Sword Sect should hate him to the very bone.
But the reality was that the Iron Sword Sect now had to bow their heads in apology.
To Chen Sheng, this was the very definition of strength.
Once you were strong enough…
…even former enemies would have to crawl before you and beg for forgiveness.
