"My Lord, Master Xuanbei from Golden Spring Temple is outside and requests an audience."
Just as Xie Jingze and the others were solemnly accepting their orders, a subordinate from the Prefecture Government Office hurried into the hall to report.
The atmosphere in the hall instantly tensed.
Nie Xuanfeng and Li Qianzhou's gazes turned in unison toward Chen Sheng, who was seated in the seat of honor.
"Oh?"
A hint of a smile touched Chen Sheng's lips, but a cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.
"What a coincidence... Let him in."
'He won't take the road to heaven, but insists on barging through the gates of hell.'
'Perfect. I'll make an example of this bald donkey to rally the troops!'
Xie Jingze nodded slightly and ordered in a deep voice,
"Show him into the hall."
"Yes, sir."
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