Sang Yan chose to turn a blind eye to the Puluo King's fear.
At this point, the only option was to take a final stand.
"As the King of Puluo Country, it is your mission to protect your people. Can you bear to see them die miserably in the chaos of war?"
Her voice was sonorous, piercing the heavens.
But it wasn't enough.
Sang Yan, pointing at Qi Wuya, whose face was ashen, said, "The Mr. Jiu whom you all revere as a deity is nothing more than a destitute Prince of Beiqi! The benefits he offers you, how can they compare with those from Emperor Da He?"
He Ying, upon hearing this, also chimed in, "That's the logic. Not to mention whether you'll side with Beiqi, given that Beiqi's battles are being lost one after another and their power is already waning, why would you forsake the light for the dark, becoming Wuya's henchmen?"
Across the crowd, Sang Yan and He Ying both gazed directly at the Puluo King, employing a soft approach.
