The news of Jin Cheng's death swept through Jinling City like a tide.
And after his death, naturally, Zhang Tao replaced him.
Of course, at this time, he was not yet the so-called "Saint," only able to be called the "Acting City Lord."
But without a doubt, at this moment, he was already the people's choice.
The arbiter chosen by the God of All Mechanisms, the most loyal comrade of the Angel, the hero who ended the insurgents' rebellion, the merciful master who forgave the misguided followers...
The titles bestowed upon him were too numerous, so numerous that people couldn't recount all his heroic tales.
Other than him, who else is worthy of the title "Saint"?
Perhaps those "lords" of Supreme Saint Eight One are deserving.
But clearly, their ambitions do not lie here.
Sitting on the throne in the center of the Holy Hall, Zhang Tao let out a long sigh.
His armor still bore the yet undried blood of other Church Protection Army soldiers, those warriors were innocent.
