The debate had just begun.
Zhou Shaoting didn't interrupt, merely listening in silence. His gaze eventually fell upon Li Xuan'gang, who sat in the foremost seat to his left.
"State Preceptor, what are your thoughts?"
Li Xuan'gang slowly opened his eyes.
In that instant, the candlelight in the hall seemed to dim, and the air grew thick. The four civil officials felt their breath catch in their throats, while Zhang Wu and Xiao Pojun's expressions turned grim.
The might of a Martial Saint, even when passively emanated, was more than an ordinary person could bear.
"These two pieces of news must be considered separately," Li Xuan'gang began, his voice calm yet reaching every person's ears with perfect clarity. "First, someone broke into the secret realm and abducted the prisoners. This act is both a provocation and a show of force."
