Pan Zhen and the Old Grand Tutor were both old foxes. Naturally, they understood what that meant.
But neither of them could respond, and the atmosphere grew heavy.
Bibi Dong spoke up to break the silence.
"I'll give you two choices. First, hand over real power obediently and let Lena govern in person.
Second, I'll beat you until you obediently hand over your power, and while I'm at it, purge Lieyang's entire power structure."
"You actually dare threaten Lieyang? How could Lieyang be threatened by others? Pan Zhen, what are you still thinking about? Why haven't you taken down these two madmen who seek to overthrow Lieyang?"
Pan Zhen did not move. He knew that if he dared make a move, the consequences would be severe—perhaps even catastrophic for Lieyang.
"Old Grand Tutor, it is already late. You should return first. This general will handle the rest."
"Pan Zhen, what is the meaning of this?!"
The Old Grand Tutor slammed his hand on the table and rose to his feet, his face full of fury.
Slap! A slap from nowhere struck the Old Grand Tutor across the face, sending him flying. Two of his teeth were knocked out.
"Noisy fool. You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."
Pan Zhen frowned, but did not lash out. Instead, he said evenly, "Someone, take the Old Grand Tutor away for treatment."
Now only Pan Zhen, Qian Renxue, and Bibi Dong remained.
"Pan Zhen, you really know how to endure. No wonder you became Di Hongkun's trusted minister entrusted with his last wishes."
Qian Renxue mentioned Di Hongkun, and Pan Zhen finally broke his silence.
"What do you mean?"
"Lan Hong once mentioned that Di Hongkun was not completely dead. He was hiding in the Heavenly Dao Pagoda in a form similar