A face is given by others; dignity is lost by oneself.
Wanyan Zongpan knew full well, didn't he, that when the crucial moment came, Shen Yue had extended him a way out?
At such a time, confrontation was not a good approach.
With a laugh, Wanyan Zongpan waved his hand and commanded, "Everyone, stand down!"
The Jurchens hesitated, wondering how they could protect Bojilie if Yang Yao and Shen Yue, both full of aggressive momentum, came charging and they were to stand down.
However, Wanyan Zongpan knew in his heart that these men were useless to have by his side. If Shen Yue wanted to kill him, it seemed not a difficult task, yet Shen Yue had given him an option.
Shen Yue did not want a conflict.
If so, why should he highlight his own fear by keeping a bunch of useless burdens around?
Thinking this, Wanyan Zongpan even took a step forward and patted Shen Yue on the shoulder, saying, "Mr. Shen, may I have a word with you privately?"