A clear, melodious voice rang out in the banquet hall.
King Hu turned his head in astonishment, only to see the man rise from his seat, take off his straw hat and place it on the table, revealing a refined and aloof face.
Inside the banquet hall, the lights and candles burned brightly, clearly illuminating the panicked and disheveled appearance of the people at the table. Outside the banquet hall, blood flowed everywhere, and cries of agony echoed incessantly.
Everything was in chaos.
At this moment, amidst the chaos and bloodshed of the courtyard, only that person stood upright and dignified, like the bright moon in the sky, righteous and clear.
He blinked in confusion, and almost immediately burst into laughter again.
No wonder he wouldn't reveal his name, only saying his surname was Lou; no wonder he wore a bamboo hat and refused to show his true face—it turns out he was...it turned out to be that intimidating figure from the Dali Temple! Wei Qinglou!
Hu Yanwang almost chewed on those three words fiercely, but then he was immediately restrained and unable to move.
Wei Qinglou walked out of the banquet hall and approached Hu Yanwang: "It seems you know me?"
Hu Yanwang sneered: "The name of Wei Shaoqing of the Dali Temple is renowned far and wide, how could I, a lowly person, not know it?"
"I've heard about your methods, but I advise you to give up on that idea now, and I won't utter a single word!"
"Is that so?" Wei Qinglou smiled faintly. "Just hearing about it isn't enough. Some things you have to try to know for yourself."
After he finished speaking, he stabbed him viciously in the chest, and blood gushed out instantly. Hu Yanwang also fainted immediately.
He lowered his head, gently wiping the dagger with a handkerchief, and said in a low voice, "Send out the order that... King Hu committed suicide after his scheme was exposed."
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