"You say it's this man who killed all your soldiers under command?" Qingxiao City's City Lord scrutinized the masked man before him, "Why not remove your mask and show us your face?"
"Not convenient," Lu Hong said, "It was my fault for accidentally killing the soldiers under the City Lord's command, and to make amends, I am willing to enter into a pact with the City Lord here and now. I will return in three months to rid your kingdom of the Disaster Church."
"No rush," the City Lord of Qingxiao City waved his hand, "To kill three thousand of my elite, young man, your strength must be quite extraordinary."
The City Lord of Qingxiao City smiled and said, "Although I am pained by the loss of my soldiers, they would have died sooner or later on the expedition against the Disaster Church anyway. Thus, this responsibility falling on you is appropriate. More than that, I would like to entrust you with a matter."
