The Ba Mountain Army suddenly attacked the city, and Chancellor's Gate immediately became like a pot of boiling porridge. Several of Wu'an Hall's pillars were currently away on campaign. Internal and external dispatches, the defenses of all four sides of the city—though all military matters—were handled from here.
But the moment Kuo Muye descended, everything came to an instant halt.
His overwhelming pressure sent the officials beneath Chancellor's Gate crashing to the ground, leaving only a scant few still able to remain standing.
Song Zhili was one of them.
"I heard that the Right Prime Minister had broken through again and again, and that his cultivation had long reached an unfathomable realm." Kuo Muye hovered halfway in the air, looking down from above. "Seeing you today, your reputation is indeed well deserved."
"Martial God-sama?" Song Zhili recognized him at a glance.
Kuo Muye had not kept entirely out of sight. During the City Seizing Battle, he had personally taken action, and the Yin Kingdom's Imperial Court naturally possessed his portrait. Even if one had never met him face-to-face, anyone concerned with state affairs would recognize that face to some extent.
"I went to discuss an important matter with His Majesty the Emperor of the Yin Kingdom, but he said he had to consult the Right Prime Minister first." Kuo Muye smiled. "So I came specifically to ask the Right Prime Minister for a decision. I hope you will not disappoint me again."
With that, he tossed out a handwritten decree, which landed squarely in Song Zhili's hands.
Song Zhili opened it and saw that its contents were the same as what Kuo Muye had said before. It was nothing more than a demand to replace Bei Luoshimen.
But the Yin Kingdom's Imperial Court had to sever ties with the Mystic