For all it was worth, the Discussion Conference was extraordinarily boring. Shang Daoming opened the discussion by listing out the issues that remained pending from the last conference.
A suffocating air of tedium descended over the participants as complaints arose, opinions struck each other in a verbal war of domination, and very few conclusions were made.
Once the topics were exhausted, Shang Daoming delved into the festering wounds of the Human Realm. These were no grand battles with demon lords, but mostly petty plagues and gnawing injustices that bled the common folk dry.
The only reason Zhang Fengxi was able to maintain a straight sitting posture was Qiao Wei's promise to indulge in intimacy that very night.
Qiao Wei, on the other hand, was doing his best to represent his shizun and the Wushan Temple Sect's interests.
"I disagree, Sect Leader Shang," he spoke up with an air of confidence.
