Yin Shang, Chaoge.
Early the next morning, just as the morning court session was drawing to a close, Di Xin suddenly spoke, ordering the Three Mountains Pass Garrison Commander to hand over his defensive duties immediately and come to Chaoge to await orders.
This left all of Yin Shang's senior ministers rather bewildered.
They immediately asked why, but Di Xin did not deign to answer.
He knew perfectly well that among all of Yin Shang's senior ministers, there were very few he could trust.
Even with those few trusted ministers, there were some things he could not say outright.
After all, apart from an expert of the Interception Sect like Wen Zhong, ordinary people could not keep secrets, however loyal they were to Yin Shang.
The gods and Buddhas filling the heavens had countless ways to extract whatever answers they wanted from them.
So be it!
Since they call me, Di Xin, a foolish tyrant, then a foolish tyrant I shall be.
It is nothing more than a label. As long as Yin Shang's foundations can be preserved, nothing else matters.
The facts also proved that Di Xin had made the right choice.
After court ended, countless Chan Sect disciples were bewildered when they heard the news, but they still hurried to report it to the Twelve Golden Immortals and the other leaders of the Chan Sect.
When the many Golden Immortals of the Interception Sect received the news, they instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
Naturally, they then began using their various abilities to search the memories of Yin Shang's many ministers.
In the end, however, they found nothing.
And that was the end of it.
The Chan Sect clearly thought nothing of a mere Three Mountains Pass Garrison Commander.
After all, in their eyes, he was only a