The room fell silent once more.
All the Daimyos looked as though their throats had been seized. Their faces flushed red, yet not a single word came out.
As the room quieted down, Ye Ning let out a soft sigh of relief, and the irritation in his heart vanished instantly.
Just now, those Daimyos had all started chattering at once, like a flock of drakes quacking noisily, making his head spin with annoyance.
So, Ye Ning decided to put in a little effort and ask them one by one.
Ye Ning slowly walked up to the Daimyo nearest to him. Completely ignoring the man's trembling, sieve-like body, he lightly patted his shoulder and asked with a smile, "What do you think of my proposal just now?"
As Ye Ning patted the Daimyo's shoulder twice, the man realized that he seemed to have regained the ability to speak!
But just moments ago, one of the Daimyos had died right before his eyes. His mind had gone completely blank, and he had no idea how to answer Ye Ning's question.
After stammering for quite some time, the Daimyo still failed to say anything.
A trace of disappointment flashed across Ye Ning's face. He sighed.
"Looks like you aren't planning to agree."
As soon as he finished speaking, without Ye Ning making any visible move, the Daimyo's body went limp and he collapsed onto the floor.
Thud—
His fat body hit the ground with a dull sound, leaving Ye Ning staring blankly.
He had not even done anything yet!
Was this... him scaring himself unconscious?
It seemed these Daimyos truly had not seen much of the world.
Ye Ning curled his lips helplessly and walked over to another Daimyo. Just as before, he lightly patted the man's shoulder and asked the same question.