"Enough!"
Tuoba Yu, sitting at the head of the room, barked the command. The few men who had been arguing fell silent at once, their mouths snapping shut as they all turned to look at him.
Tuoba Yu's gaze swept across them. A shadow seemed to fall over his striking, handsome face, and his blue eyes held a chilling coldness that made one's blood run cold.
Everyone was silent, too terrified to even breathe.
'They all knew perfectly well that this was a truly ruthless man!'
If they displeased him, even though they were his subordinates on the same side, they would end up meeting a gruesome fate, their bodies left in pieces.
Finally, Tuoba Yu spoke in a low voice. "Go and tell them that King Yan Nan has contracted a serious illness. He requires quiet rest and cannot endure the rigors of travel. Once his health improves slightly, he will naturally return to the capital."
The men exchanged uncertain glances.
"This... Will the envoy delivering the decree even believe that?"
