Zhou Yu had no idea what Nan Tangmu was thinking. At this moment, his heart was full of shock. He hadn't expected that a mere "Heavenly Punishment Order" could wield such immense power, even to the extent of making the Minister of the Yunzhou Martial Pavilion kneel.
This point—Jia Tianqi hadn't mentioned it to him before.
Under Nan Tangmu's insistence, the three of them concluded what was described as the ceremony.
Afterward, Nan Tangmu said solemnly:
"Mr. Zhou, from now on, the Yunzhou Martial Pavilion will be your right-hand force. Whatever you say, that's how we'll proceed!"
Why did these words sound like... the Yunzhou Martial Pavilion had suddenly become his burden?
For a moment, Zhou Yu felt like he'd fallen into a trap…
"Uh… Minister Nan, hang on a second, I need to make a call."
Zhou Yu excused himself, stepped aside, took out his phone, and dialed Jia Tianqi's number.
A moment later, the call connected.
Jia Tianqi's laughter came through.
