"You want my life, I want yours; it's a win-win situation..."
The young master's brows furrowed slightly for a moment, but quickly tightened again, and he sneered, "Stop trying to fool me! You officials don't tell the truth a single word!"
Gu Zhixing shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "Young Master, if you don't believe me, I'll make them retreat down the mountain right now. I, Gu Zhixing, keep my word and will never let you suffer a loss."
He paused slightly, his tone carrying an undeniable determination, "It's just a matter of waiting. Shen Jintang is still in your hands. What tricks can I possibly play?"
That's true.
Shen Jintang was their lifeline.
After a moment's thought, the young master remained silent, taking it as tacit agreement.
Gu Zhixing turned around, slowly raised his hand, and signaled the Dali Temple troops behind him to stop.
His voice was deep and clear: "All of you, stop right there!"
This command seemed to carry immense power, deterring everyone from making any rash moves.
"Whose orders are the Dali Temple acting on today?"
Gu Zhixing's voice echoed in the night, carrying a hint of coldness.
The chief official of the Dali Temple was sweating profusely, and the torch in his hand trembled slightly. In the firelight, his face appeared to be in and out of focus.
He swallowed hard, forcing a smile, and said, "Lord Gu, His Highness the Crown Prince has personally given the order; we have no choice but to obey..."
"The Crown Prince?" Gu Zhixing sneered, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring directly into the eyes of the person in charge. "When did the Court of Judicial Review come under the Crown Prince's jurisdiction?"
The person in charge hesitated, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he dared not speak.
"Pass on my order!" Gu Zhixing's voice was steady and powerful, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an unquestionable authority. "Everyone in the Dali Temple, descend the mountain immediately and await orders. Anyone who disobeys will be punished for treason!"
His voice echoed in the night, as if carrying an invisible pressure.
The head of the Dali Temple trembled, and almost dropped the torch in his hand.
His gaze met Gu Zhixing's, and he was instantly stunned by the chilling aura surging in Gu's eyes.
The cold light in Gu Zhixing's eyes was even more piercing than the night wind at Qingyakou.
Cold sweat beaded on the forehead of the person in charge. He knew that Gu Zhixing was not bluffing.
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