Bai Ye looked at the Chief Judge playing dead in Pei Qingyue's arms and said speechlessly, "Old Fang, what do you think?"
"Me?" The Chief Judge really wanted to say he was looking while lying down, but considering his age and all the people watching, he still cared about saving face.
He laboriously lifted his eyelids. His bloodless lips parted as he said weakly, "The urgent matter is contacting the Black King. If the Qilin Marshal is truly as terrifying as the legends say, then... cough, cough..."
Halfway through, he broke into a violent coughing fit. Pei Qingyue quickly patted his back, heartbroken.
The Chief Judge took five seconds to recover before continuing, "Without the Black King, how can we stand against the Qilin Marshal?
Your plan is good, but that is only the surface. The key issue is the Qilin Marshal. Unless we deal with the mastermind behind this, North Mang will never be safe."
At the mention of the Black King, everyone's gaze turned to Bai Ye.
Bai Ye said calmly, "Not just the Black King—the other Ten Kings as well. In this crisis concerning North Mang, no one can stay out of it.
So... I plan to convene the Ten Kings Conference!"
"The Ten Kings Conference?!" Everyone was stunned. They instinctively looked up at one another, their exchanged gazes filled with unexpected shock.
Was he going to gather all ten kings of North Mang?
This had never happened before! Ever since North Mang had the Ten Kings, there might have been alliances between kings, but they had only ever been brief partnerships of two or three. Never had all Ten Kings gathered in one grand assembly.
Kings did not meet kings. That was an unwritten rule.
Because it was difficult for kings to coexist peacefully. For example,