Lin Su turned his gaze to He Paiyun. "Lord He, the execution of any law will encounter twists and turns. There is no need to fear them. If officials enforce the law for private gain, execute them first and report afterward according to Immortal Dynasty Law! If any member of a foreign race refuses to obey their own race leader's command, cleanse their house on behalf of that foreign race. Do not fear the situation escalating. I will say it again: Western River is merely a storm in a teapot; it cannot stir the winds and clouds of heaven and earth!"
He Paiyun's blood and qi surged through his entire body. It was as though he had suddenly become thirty years younger. "Yes!"
That single word left his lips.
What lay before him were the leaders of the Thirty-three Races.
From this day onward, order would return to Western River!
Even if these decrees had been forced through by Lin Su, from today onward, they were also the consensus of the various race leaders.
Even if it was merely a consensus, what the hell was there to fear?
More crucially, there was Lin Su's toughness.
Officials siding with foreign races? Kill them!
Foreign races still wanted to obey in public while defying in private? Let him see how high a wave they could raise! Even if all of Western River joined forces, he would still smash them to pieces!
This was the storm in a teapot!
This was the Immortal Dynasty's confidence!
Lin Su rose from his seat.
The race leaders departed.
Thus ended today's meeting.
The thirty-three race leaders of Western River had all had their wings broken.
They had originally intended to resist the Xihe Decree head-on, but in the end, every last one of them became an