Words that echoed through the entire Council Hall, akin to staging a palace coup.
A few who were in the know understood the hidden meaning in Lynn's words, and sweat began to seep from their foreheads.
Stay the hell away if you want to live!
Don't splash me with your blood!
They thought, trembling with fear.
Yet at this moment, the breaker of the tense atmosphere, Lynn, still stood his ground, locking eyes with Saint Laurent VI.
Not many could withstand the piercing gaze of an Emperor.
As a transmigrator, he happened to be one of them.
Meanwhile, taking advantage of this pause, Cardinal Connor also observed Lynn in silence, seemingly weighing something in his mind.
He had not expected this youngster to be so astute, biting back before he could make his move.
However, for him, it wasn't a matter too troublesome.
Because ultimately, these accusations were false, a mere ploy to stir the waters.