Since he was intent on confirming the rebellion, Gong Yi didn't care what Yu Guanglin had to say.
He just didn't want Yu Guanglin to sit idly by.
If they kept dragging their feet, the water in Xiang City would rise to their noses.
If it were normal water, they could swim or find some kayaks, maybe even row a boat out of Xiang City.
But even a fool could see that this water was eerily abnormal.
The key issue was, once they fled Xiang City, if it was submerged, there was no guarantee the flooding wouldn't spread to other cities.
Could the monks run, but the temple not?
If they didn't resolve this issue quickly, they were all doomed sooner or later.
Gong Yi, with his brows knitted, looked toward the misty rain in front of him and gritted his teeth, saying angrily,
"Yu Guanglin, do something meaningful, look outside your window, the world has changed, and you still care about who holds power? Why should I keep you around, just to sit and eat the food I've painstakingly hoarded?"
