Bai Ze

Shang Rong felt like the messenger guards at this moment were like lifesavers, wishing he could rush over and give them a big hug.

"Since Minister Wen is here, then let him into the palace."

"If the minister seeks the king, there must be important matters to discuss. I will take my leave now and attend to my own affairs."

With that, Shang Rong swiftly left the main hall, taking three steps in one, eager to get away. Luckily, he made it out.

As he exited the hall, Shang Rong looked at the messenger guard who had just delivered the message and revealed an extremely gentle and kind smile.

This smile sent shivers down the guard's spine, and goosebumps covered his skin, as if a chill had swept through him.

Minister Wen entered the hall accompanied by a man in white attire.

Di Xin, observing this man who remained calm in both honor and disgrace, felt that he was unfathomable and definitely not an ordinary person. He must be a powerful cultivator.