But faced with these people, Minister Ding truly dared not say a single word.
Yes, no matter what it was, he dared not say it!
I dare not speak, and I dare not ask.
They just brought me here as a pretext...
I was actually escorted here under guard, all right?!
Today, I'm really just a minister of martial education, not much better than a wooden post. I know nothing; ask me anything, and I haven't a clue.
I'm just here for decoration-and a decoration that knows absolutely nothing, at that!
Countless mythical beasts stampeded through Minister Ding's mind. This is the first time in my life I've been used as decoration, and a clueless decoration at that. Where am I supposed to go to demand justice?!
Now that things had fallen silent, with nothing further happening for a long time, Minister Ding's response was... How would I know what this damned business is?
You're asking me, Ye Changqing?
Who the fuck am I supposed to ask?
Half an hour passed like this, and then the wind rose high in the sky.
An imposing aura, like that of a sovereign reigning over all beneath heaven, suddenly descended from above.
In the sky, a man approached with his hands behind his back, wearing yellow robes and a royal crown, his face dignified, his bearing utterly composed.
Ye Changqing's pupils contracted.
The Central Plains King?
The person all these people were waiting for was actually the Central Plains King?
But what was the meaning of this now?!
The Central Plains King rode the wind with his hands behind his back, graceful and elegant. But when he arrived overhead and looked down, his expression immediately changed. He hastily reined in his aura and Divine Sense, descended swiftly, and laughed heartily. "Marshal Dongfang, Marshal