"Jin Liang, tell me, what does it mean to be an official?"
"Back to the Governor, now that the Governor has inherited the Holy Lord Long En and is in charge of the Xichang seal, his status is above ten thousand people. He can come and go freely in the palace. I am afraid that many people will be jealous and admired."
"Yes, but tell me, what's the point of this palace?"
"The Governor?"
Ma Jinliang raised his head to look at him, but found that his feet were swaying and he could no longer keep up with Yu Huatian's pace in front of him. His bustling clothes were not disordered at all, but the surrounding bricks and tiles seemed to be flying by. No matter how hard Ma Jinliang tried to catch up, he could only see a few strands of hair above Yu Huatian's neck and half of his well-shaped ears.
"Governor... Governor!"
Ma Jinliang wanted to call him, but he could no longer keep up with his speed. He encountered a protruding stone step and stumbled forward. In front of his eyelashes, a hand with sharp bones stretched out, gently grasped his palm and pulled him back. Jackdaw-like fog surrounded him, blurring his eyes. All he could see was the top of the hand. The man's pursed lips called him "Jinliang?", Which made him feel sad for some reason.