The crowd shifted their attention to the strange yet magnificent man.
The man appeared middle-aged, tall and strong, with an arrogant and cold expression; his eyebrows were as sharp as a longsword and his demeanor was intimidating.
Anyone meeting his gaze felt as though they'd been pierced by a sharp longsword, a sensation that was unsettling.
As a result, no one present, not even Martial Venerate Bi Xuan, was willing to meet his gaze.
Seeing all eyes fixed upon him, the man seemed extremely satisfied internally and gave a cold, arrogant smile, first casting a faint glance at the Three Light Evil Woman and then looking at the Staff Officer, saying, "What you, little officer, said is not entirely wrong. Now, with the Three Kingdoms of Song, Jin, and Liao at war, this is a matter of national importance. What does individual honor or disgrace count in comparison?
