The red-faced, brandy-nosed old man seethed with anger.
/This stubborn Old Fourth was as unyielding as an ox. What could be done if he was dead set on thrashing someone up?/
"State Preceptor, what are your thoughts?" The Sixth Elder abruptly turned towards the taciturn State Preceptor, His Excellency.
"With the Council of Elders currently deadlocked at three members on each side, does the State Preceptor have any insightful suggestions?"
A spark ignited in the Fourth Elder's eyes as he earnestly nodded, "Indeed! State Preceptor, your wealth of experience and knowledge would surely offer valuable insights."
State Preceptor: ?
/Why was this blazing turmoil once again singling him out for no apparent reason?/
/Wasn't it better for him to simply enjoy his wine in peace on the sidelines?/
