C518 The Atmosphere Was Tense

In the grand hall of the City Lord's Mansion, a heavy silence hung in the air, the tension palpable, almost as if a battle was imminent.

The Duke of Ming was visibly elated, his joy unmistakable as he sat at the head table, pouring and consuming wine with gusto. In a short span, he had polished off over ten cups.

Elder Bai Qing, too, wore a look of satisfaction