At those words, the curve of Ji Shuyue's lips grew a shade colder.
"If any clan elders have doubts, I fear the Heavenly Demon has corrupted their minds as well. Arrest them and hand them over to His Majesty."
"But if the clan elders resist, we may..."
Those who still dared kick up a fuss at a time like this were mostly old-generation experts in the immortal venerable realm with one foot in the grave. The Imperial Guards truly could do nothing against them.
Hearing this, Ji Shuyue looked at Yun Qing's back ahead of him, his smile deepening. "I was just worrying they wouldn't rebel."
"As it happens, the Yun Clan's Eldest Young Master and the Yun Clan Elders are here. We can ask them to 'persuade' them on our behalf."
Just then, a calm voice suddenly came from beside Ji Shuyue:
"What fine methods you have, Your Highness."
Moving like a phantom, Yun Qing had appeared before the two of them without their noticing. His double pupils gazed quietly at Ji Shuyue.
"Speaking so loudly-were you afraid I wouldn't hear?"
"Sorry for the trouble, Eldest Young Master Yun." Ji Shuyue smiled and cupped his hands, then lightly swept his sleeve. The gold-armored commander's heart tightened. Not daring to say another word, he bowed and withdrew.
Yun Qing glanced sideways at Ji Shuyue, his tone inscrutable. "You're borrowing the Yun Clan's power to carry out a thunderous purge, eliminating internal threats while gathering power into your hands. But after this, the Ji Clan will suffer a grievous blow to its foundations. It may not regain its former glory for a thousand years. Can you truly bear that?"
Ji Shuyue met his gaze, the smile fading from his face. "Young Master Yun, how much 'former glory' do you think the