Wanyan Liang's face changed, and he waved his hand. Suddenly, a group of archers rushed in from outside—truly a group. Everywhere outside the great hall that could accommodate people was occupied, and all were in the stance of having drawn their bows and arrows. With a single command, a rain of arrows could truly be unleashed.
"I say, Emperor, are you trying to tear our relationship apart?" Yang Ruxin scoffed, "Isn't it a bit quick to burn bridges after crossing them? What if I get the old guy behind you back to good health right now..."
"You..."
"Actually, these archers can't really do anything to us." Gu Qingheng glanced around, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes, "Do you really want me to bathe your palace in blood? On today, the day of your ascension."
