When Gu Zhao and Yunyang arrived at the back courtyard, Yuan Wenrui was kneeling at Zhuo Qingyan's feet, weeping and wailing as he begged for his life.
Just then, Taoist Jing Feng stepped into the back courtyard.
"Senior Brother Yan Song and Senior Brother Ming Yu are handling the aftermath of the Golden Wind Sect. Senior Brother Yi Hong has gone to the Prefectural Minister's home to arrange for him to take over the administration of Changping Prefecture tomorrow." Taoist Jing Feng looked at Yuan Wenrui. "If the Prefectural Minister proves incompetent, we'll just move down the line."
"I can do it! I can do it!"
Yuan Wenrui whipped his head around. Seeing Taoist Jing Feng's imposing expression, he scrambled to plead, "Mage, save me! I am the Changping Prefectural Magistrate. I know the prefecture's affairs better than anyone! You can command me to do anything!"
