After a rapidfire barrage of analysis, beads of sweat dotted Li Pingyi's brow. He let out a long breath, reached out to pick up a teacup that had been prepared on the table, gently blew the steam away, and took a small sip. As the tea slid down his throat, his tense body finally relaxed. He leaned back against the chair, swept his gaze over the crowd, and spoke leisurely: "The main thing is, your entire Xizhou is still acting like all is well and peace prevails..."
Listening to Li Pingyi's analysis, a chill shot straight up everyone's spines, and they couldn't help but gasp.
Lang Defu's face turned ashen in an instant, veins bulging on his forehead, his hands clenched so tightly into fists that his knuckles turned white, his body trembling slightly.
Chapter 119