At this moment, within the hall, all present stood solemnly.
The court officials, led by Xu Liang, looked aghast;
The outsiders, like the Western Regions Envoy, were terrified, barely daring to breathe;
The Beiliang faction, like the few tiger generals in the hall, stood as if facing a great enemy, their energies suppressed, emitting an air of oppression;
And in the middle of the great hall, the young master of Qingfeng Pavilion fell awkwardly, propping himself up with both hands on the ground, trying to rise, his expression frantic, while Lu Jiang's fierce head rolled onto the floor, brazenly appearing before everyone.
A pair of fierce wide-open eyeballs stared directly at the King of Beiliang on the throne!
Someone recognized this as Lu Jiang, but no one spoke, the atmosphere as calm as before a storm.
Only Chen Yuan remained comfortable.
"What?"
"Did I, Chen, come uninvited, ruining your mood?"
