This soft "hmm" and rhetorical question were like ice water poured into boiling oil, instantly freezing the already stagnant atmosphere inside the tent.
Guo Xin and the others found their hands with the wine cups frozen mid-air; they could neither put them down nor raise them further, with beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads.
This is the oppressive aura of the Gu Clan!
Controlling the Imperial Censorate, using it to control the entire world for over a hundred years.
No signs of relaxation whatsoever.
Even though these generals had witnessed the blood-soaked winds of the battlefield, they still felt a chill run through their hearts at this moment!
Seeing the atmosphere plummet to the bottom, Gu Lin gently sighed and slowly put down the wine cup in his hand.
"It seems that what I just said has put you generals in a difficult position."
