The big tent was silent, even the wind died down. Only the king's anger, like a suppressed thundercloud, reveals a deep and terrifying power. Such silence lasted for quite a while before the head of the guard, Eckart, lowered his head and persuaded softly.

"Patriarch, please calm down! These two rumors should be caused by someone...deliberately provoking the relationship between you and the king..."

"I know."

Xiulot nodded expressionlessly. anger on his face

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