As Huang An and his party drew closer to the main gate, the slightly noisy disputes outside of the mansion became increasingly clear.
Indeed, the officials and members of the prominent families were still there, trying to persuade the guards to allow them entry into the City Lord's Mansion for a chance to see Zhao Yan.
They were still waiting, waiting for a miracle to happen.
Unfortunately, miracles would not descend upon them.
Huang An hooked a smile at the corner of his mouth, striding forward.
He suddenly increased his pace, which left Ding Zhi, already heistantical, half a heartbeat behind due to his lack of instant reaction.
Seeing Huang An's relentless progress, Ding Zhi sighed, put away the hesitation on his face, grit his teeth, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
Given how far they had come, he assumed there was no way back for him.
He made up his mind.
Stepping out would undoubtedly get him resented by his colleagues waiting outside the mansion.