Inside the Council Hall, every civil and military official of the North Sea Prefecture Duke's Mansion stood silent as cicadas in winter.
Especially Qiao Hong, the former Commandery Governor of North Sea Commandery and now a councillor of the North Sea Prefecture Duke's Mansion, a veteran regarded as the foremost of the civil officials. Under Instructor Liao Feibai's fixed stare, a bead of cold sweat suddenly rolled down his forehead.
At that moment, beneath the pungent stench of blood and Liao Feibai's blade-sharp gaze, everyone in the hall felt as though knives and axes were pressed against their bodies.
"Many of you are old retainers of the North Sea Prefecture Duke's Mansion. Don't you have any idea what your own situation is?"
At those words, Qiao Hong suddenly trembled.
Had Liao Feibai not reminded him now, he would have forgotten that, more than a decade ago, when Ye Zhen had first arrived in North Sea Commandery, he had detained Qiao Hong's divine soul.
Over the years, Ye Zhen had treated him with courtesy and placed great trust in him. He had never made an issue of detaining his divine soul, to the point that Qiao Hong had nearly forgotten it.
But now, he suddenly remembered.
At that thought, Qiao Hong felt that his previous idea of seeking another master had been utterly foolish.
The glory and disgrace of his life had long since been tied to Ye Zhen.
Yet he had actually entertained other thoughts. How utterly foolish!
Seeing their expressions, Liao Feibai knew that her purpose in warning those present today had been achieved.
But for what happened today, a warning alone would not suffice.
"Today, I will lay my words right here. All of you present, listen carefully!" Liao Feibai gave a sharp cry, and the entire Council