The Yang governor’s face twitched as he watched Lord Goyo slowly stand up. He opened his mouth as if to speak but then hesitated.

“I know you have a deep-seated hatred for James,” Lord Goyo said, walking slowly down the steps with his hands behind his back. “Perhaps there’s even a grudge over a stolen wife?”

The Yang governor clenched his fists and hurried to follow.

“Lord Goyo, this is not personal revenge. It’s just that James is too hateful. He’s utterly depraved and extremely wicked...”

“Alright, I understand,” Lord Goyo interrupted, stopping to look at him again. “Do you truly understand him? Do you know how powerful he really is?”

“I...” the Yang governor hesitated. “He’s just a lowly mortal. No matter how strong, he can’t be that powerful.”

Hearing this, Lord Goyo let out a sinister laugh and continued down the steps. Once, he had thought the same as the Yang governor. A mere mortal, no matter the encounters or even being the Chosen One, could only be so strong.

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