A few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze regaining its cold and resolute demeanor, as if he had used all his strength to suppress the storm raging within.
He stared intently at the young pursuer, uttering each word with a low but commanding tone:
"Azhe, remember your identity! And remember my words!"
"The City Lord didn't come out to oppose the ancestor's decision, nor did he deny the Elder Council's verdict! Therefore, everything is right! Jiang Chengyue is a traitor! This is law!"
"Keep your thoughts to yourself! Otherwise..." The burly man's voice carried a cold warning, "Next time, I won't be able to protect you!"
With that, he no longer looked at his subordinates' varied expressions, and waved his hand forcefully: "Withdraw! Supply team will arrive soon!"
More than a dozen pursuers quietly gathered, their actions still swift, but the atmosphere was now unbearably heavy compared to when they arrived.
