Dead silence.
Inside the cabin, Lu Zijin's indifferent voice echoed: "Deacon Nie, present your evidence."
Nie, the Deacon's expression changed: "Minister Lu, you clearly have the ability to instantly kill that boy, so why haven't you acted?"
Lu Zijin shrugged: "Why would I? I actually think he makes a valid point. Besides, Mu Feng and I go way back. I'd like to know what crime he committed that made the association so relentless in its pursuit."
After speaking, she cast a glance at her younger brother in the crowd.
Lu Zicheng was desperately signaling her with his eyes, almost tearing his hair out in frustration.
Chen Qing looked utterly helpless.
Lu Zijin withdrew her gaze with a smirk, and then crossed her legs casually.
Nie, the Deacon fell into silence, seemingly stuck between a rock and a hard place.
