Beitang He stared fixedly at the Ding Family Patriarch. After a long while, he finally ground out a single word through clenched teeth.
"Fine!"
He could use a few insignificant minor factions as pieces to establish his authority, but he could not disregard the views of the Aristocratic Family Alliance, the strongest faction among the local powers—especially when they had already taken a step back.
First, he could not suppress every dissenting voice in Lingwu City by himself. Even as a member of the imperial clan, the County King's Mansion alone could not accomplish such a thing.
Second, the Ding Family, as one of the Upper Three Families and one that had previously openly opposed the formation of the Prefectural Army, had now agreed to it. He had to show them the proper respect and response.
Still, it was infuriating that this Meng Family brat had gained the advantage. His prestige and reputation would only grow heavier, and he would likely be difficult to restrain in the future.
"Since the Heir Apparent is willing to heed good counsel, Meng is greatly pleased. I have another matter to tell everyone here. It concerns the Pudu Cult and is something I experienced firsthand."
As he spoke, Meng Zhao recounted in detail everything he had seen and heard in Yunhua County. At the same time, he revealed the information about his clash with the Pudu Cult's Three Great Dharma Kings, throwing the entire hall into an uproar.
Even Beitang He, who already knew quite a bit about the Pudu Cult, was somewhat stunned. He asked skeptically,
"You fought the Pudu Cult's Three Great Dharma Kings? Is that truly so?"
The Zhuo Family Patriarch followed at once, asking with concern,
"I believe Patriarch Meng would not speak recklessly. May I ask how your battle