"Bring Bai Jian to me!"
East Sea Dragon King Ao Shun's face was gloomy, his voice full of anger.
A few tall and imposing guards of the Sea Clan, clad in silver armor and wielding long forks, immediately emerged from the two sides of the great hall.
The leading guard saluted Dragon King Ao Shun, then proceeded to lead the rest to the side hall.
With this turn of events,
the atmosphere at banquet table in the great hall immediately became heavy and oppressive.
Dragon King Ao Shun, seated in the position of honor, had a dark and unpleasant expression on his face.
Across from him, Turtle Prime Minister appeared humble and submissive.
The other ministers' eyes flickered, lowering their heads and holding their silence under the Dragon King's gaze.
Lu Wufei, sitting back in his seat, calmly observed everything.
Clearly, he noticed the signs of conflict between the Dragon King and his subjects.
But that was none of his concern.
