The civil and military officials were all intimidated.
Jiang Wanxiang looked at these officials, with the purpose of his fake death being to see the full scope of all forces clearly captured in his eyes, and said: "Oh sirs, oh sirs, I am still here, and Daying is still here."
"Why rush to attend my funeral so early?"
His aged eyes swept over them, already encompassing the surfacing situation of the Daying Kingdom, through this fake death, not knowing how many hidden people were incited, nor how many suppressed desires were drawn out.
For someone like him, even his own death could be used as a strategy.
Bolder and prouder as he is, looking disdainfully upon the world like the Divine Martial King.
A man who refuses to walk an ordinary path, a man who refuses to die in bed or at the hands of women and children.
Jiang Wanxiang pointed to the sky, his expression relaxed and bold as always:
"It's so late already."
"Sirs, please go on home first."
