More importantly, the identities of those who had been replaced were anything but ordinary. They were no mere cats and dogs.
Beyond the great noble clans they had been born into, they also represented the dignity of Emperor Beitang Sheng. As specially appointed Heavenly Dipper Guards, they wielded little power yet held lofty status. For the Plainclothes Alliance to dare lay hands on them, it absolutely meant they harbored some sort of malice toward the Beitang Imperial Clan.
Anyone who bore such malice toward the imperial clan and put it into action was, without question, one of the rebels.
In nature, they were not much better than the Rebel Army in the south.
The southern rebellion might currently be raging like a blazing wildfire, but it had already been brought out into the open. They acted openly and aboveboard; all that was needed was to crush them with force.
The Plainclothes Alliance, on the other hand, was like a ghost lurking in the darkness, acting strangely and viciously. Compared with the thunderous southern Rebel Army, its threat was perhaps even greater.
A biting dog did not bark. They hid now only for the sake of an even greater scheme in the future.
Though the Plainclothes Alliance was terrifying and powerful, placing immense pressure on everyone present, another person now drew the attention of the entire hall: Meng Zhao.
As the most renowned top prodigy in the martial world of the Divine Land today, Meng Zhao's life story was known to all.
Everyone knew that twelve years ago, he too had been selected as one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Guards. They also knew that this child of the Meng Family's Second Branch had lived at Ci'en Temple for ten years in obscurity, showing no shocking potential or talent in martial