"Ah? This..."
The cultivator who had come to deliver the order froze for a moment. He had not expected Yang An to give such a response. How was he supposed to return and report this?
The cultivators under Yang An also stared blankly at him. Seeing their boss reject Elder Wen Zhao's order so simply and directly, they all sucked in a breath of cold air.
As one of the internal affairs elders, aside from the pavilion master, Thirty Flow, the internal affairs elders held the greatest authority in the entire Golden Thread Pavilion. Whoever dared defy orders—especially during wartime—would face extremely severe consequences.
That was why, even after receiving the order to attack the Glazed Pagoda, they had only dared to be angry without speaking out.
Everyone had assumed that Yang An would eventually have no choice but to accept, and they could only obey orders as well. Yet they had not expected Yang An to refuse and even tell Elder Wen Zhao to go himself.
"Hahahaha, Boss! Well done!"
A cultivator in the crowd immediately burst into laughter and cheered for Yang An.
For a time, all the cultivators present became excited, looking as though they feared the world would not be chaotic enough. The scene grew rather smoky and disorderly.
They did not dare do such a thing, but Yang An did. They admired him for it.
If Elder Wen Zhao handed down punishment, it would only fall on Yang An's head. At most, they would simply have to continue carrying out orders.
But before that happened, dragging things out for a while was still worthwhile. Getting a little rest was worth it too.
"Shut up. Quiet down."
Seeing the noisy scene, Yang An spoke with some impatience. The cultivators immediately fell silent as cicadas in winter.