But he still showed no fear, his cold eyes scanned the crowd, his voice as firm as metal: "I am a descendant of the Gu Clan!"
"If I perish here today, Goryeo—will surely fall!"
He absolutely cannot retreat!
Wang Song is a calculating old fox, able to sit solidly on the throne under such circumstances, showcasing the depth of his cunning.
If Gu Ming were to show even a hint of retreat now, it would arouse suspicion.
He must maintain his usual toughness.
No, he must be even more resolute than before.
Only then might he have a slender chance of success.
Gu Ming had long since disregarded his own life.
To him.
Even if he were to die, as long as he could resolve the current situation in Liaodong, it would be a net gain for the entire Great Song.
Upon hearing this, the surrounding guards indeed turned pale.
They were evidently somewhat afraid of the Gu Clan, but as guards, their duty still forced them not to retreat.
