Chapter 657: The Identity of the Great Hell Ruler.

"Is it because... I am not a native of Jiangnan?"

"Hmm... you could say that." The old gentleman nodded slightly and smiled in response.

Upon hearing this answer, Murong Bingyun couldn't help but give a wry smile. When in the Northern Wasteland, his deep admiration for the culture of the Central Plains had made him somewhat out of place among his peers. Now that he had arrived in the Central Plains, his identity as a person from the Northern Wasteland still set him apart. Did this mean he was displeasing on both fronts?

Just as he was about to excuse himself, he heard the other person say, "Your experience is insufficient. If you were sent out now, at most you would be the Priest in charge of some small county in the Southeast. The position of a City God seems powerful, but it is very difficult to get promoted from there..."

Murong Bingyun was stunned and looked up blankly at the other person.

He wasn't foolish and immediately understood what the other person meant.