"Something's wrong..."
Watching Di Xin point them out one by one, directly identifying all the disciples of the Interpretation and Interception Sects among the Great Shang court officials, Wen Zhong inexplicably felt that something was off.
But he had guarded Great Shang for hundreds of thousands of years, campaigning north and south and suppressing countless Vassal Lords, so he did not pay it too much mind.
This did not violate his patriarch's decree.
Protecting Great Shang was his duty to begin with.
Thus, though he knew something was not quite right, Wen Zhong still bowed and accepted the order.
"This old minister obeys."
"I'll have to trouble Grand Preceptor, then."
Only then did Di Xin smile, saying gently:
"With me guarding Chaoge, Grand Preceptor may leave without worry."
"Yes."
The sense of discord in Wen Zhong's heart grew ever stronger, but he still nodded.
Seeing that Di Xin and Wen Zhong had reached an understanding, the many officials in the hall naturally did not dare say more.
Even those ministers with ties to Western Qi could only sigh.
Shen Gongbao, Jiang Ziya, and the other Jade Void Palace disciples hidden among the officials also seemed to have no objections.
Only Yang Jian and Nezha exchanged glances. This tyrant king seemed somewhat different.
However, this world was not the past they had experienced before. Even if there were changes, they did not grow overly suspicious.
The court session came to an end.
A moment later, the many ministers in the hall departed, leaving it empty.
"What does Western Qi amount to..."
Di Xin sat upon the throne and gazed into the void beyond the great hall, his eyes dim.
"My target is those saints who sit high above all..."
Since the descent of the Dark Swallow, from their ancestor Shang Tang