Pretty much at the same time, within the Gantian Mountain Chongzhen Hall, the atmosphere was unusually solemn. Hu Zhongyuan stood behind all of them in a more central position. His expression was really respectful, his eyes not looking away. However, for some reason, he felt the atmosphere today getting more and more wrong.
He could feel a knife-like gaze sweep down on him from the elevated portion of the hall, causing him to feel a chill down his spine. But when he carefully looked over he couldn't see anything wrong.
Only Zong Shou sat on the throne. Just 14 years-old, that slightly thin body sat in that wide chair. It seemed quite funny.
However, his face was tightly scrounged up. Thinking back to 3 days ago, his killing intent and decisiveness, cruel methods, it made one feel like bursting into a laugh.
"Since the ruler once to consider this war loses into the country's treasury then I have nothing to say."