Zhao Changqiu's eyes narrowed, and he instinctively gripped the hilt of his Treasure Saber, his stern gaze fixed on Zhan Fusheng.
If Zhan Fusheng dared to make a move, he would strike without a moment's hesitation.
Chen Sheng observed Zhan Fusheng's twisted expression, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He took off his Embroidered Official Robe, set it aside, and then raised his head to look Zhan Fusheng up and down.
"There are no superior officers here today. I will give you a chance to draw your blade. Win or lose, I promise this will not reach Envoy Nie. Do you... dare to make a move?!"
As his words fell, a sudden hush descended upon the entire Government Office Hall, both inside and out.
All eyes were now fixed on Chen Sheng and Zhan Fusheng.
Lu Cheng sighed to himself and quickly tried to mediate:
