"This humble one is Liu Yuan, the second manager of Jiaozhong Fortification's City Lord's Estate." That level-seven mystic cultivator lamented, "Both the city lord and city lord madam have passed away in this sudden catastrophe."
At this time, a small boy around seven to eight years old charged out like a small calf toward Mo Lian and Qiao Mu, whining repeatedly, "Why did you people come so late? My dad and mom have both died! It's all your fault, it's you people who came so late! You're all useless, useless! Useless!"
"Youngest Young Sir, Youngest Young Sir." Liu Yuan strode up with an awkward expression and dragged over that kicking and wailing boy. He explained to Mo Lian apologetically with a bitter smile, "This is the youngest young sir of the City Lord's Estate. Everyone, apologies, his parents' death has given the child a big shock."
