Minister's Province.
"Father!"
Zeng Anmin stood outside the door and called out to Zeng Shilin inside the office.
Zeng Shilin was working at his desk.
Hearing that familiar shout, he frowned instinctively.
He looked up and saw Zeng Anmin standing ramrod straight outside, his face grave.
"What is it?"
Seeing his son's expression, a sharp gleam flashed through Zeng Shilin's eyes. He promptly dismissed everyone and shut the office door.
Zeng Anmin looked around. Once he found nothing unusual, the gravity on his face seemed almost solid:
"I have something extremely important to ask you."
"Speak." Zeng Shilin knew his son's temperament well.
If it were not something major, he would never have come directly to find him at the government office.
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath, then a keen light flashed through his eyes:
"If the royal family fights among itself, can Master Xu intervene?"
The instant those words were spoken.
Zeng Shilin felt as though his heart had stopped.
Those abyss-like eyes of his turned incomparably solemn.
"Tap."
Zeng Shilin rose and walked before Zeng Anmin, his face stern:
"What exactly happened? Explain it clearly first."
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath. Gripping his father's arm, he said in a low voice:
"I once heard that cultivators of the Profound Formation Division must not affect the national fortune of the Great Sage Dynasty. Is that true?"
Zeng Shilin did not hesitate in the slightest. "If the royal family is fighting internally, Master Xu cannot interfere!"
Zeng Anmin abruptly raised his head and looked outside through a crack in the window.
His voice was dark and heavy:
"Duke Ning Li Jian is about to... make a move against His Majesty!"
Thud!
Unable to control himself, Zeng Shilin dropped onto the chair.
Utter shock flickered within his eyes: