The White Tiger Festival Hall was silent, and even the candle flames no longer flickered.
Jiang Xianzong sat behind the desk, staring at Zhang Xia, who also sat in a chair, returning the gaze of this West Capital Road Jiedu Envoy. They were in a standoff.
Both of them tried to glean some clues from the other's eyes, hoping to gain a slight advantage in this psychological battle, but both failed.
Jiang Xianzong leaned forward slightly, staring at Zhang Xia, and asked, "I can't understand why I can't become the Council Chief Executive Officer. I hope the envoy can enlighten me. If you can't give a reasonable explanation, I'm afraid you'll die here in my White Tiger Festival Hall."
Zhang Xia smiled slightly and turned to the little monk: "Go outside and wait for me."
The little monk acknowledged and turned to leave the White Tiger Festival Hall.
