The young official's body gradually curled up in the room filled with accusations.
The corners of the mouth trembled, seemingly wanting to argue further, but ultimately bowed the head, eyes behind the glasses wavering slightly.
Wu Heng looked at the other person, a Middle Eastern face, slender build, wearing glasses, still retaining a scholarly air not eroded by the End of the World.
Thump thump~!
Wu Heng pounded the table heavily twice, "Enough! Since we're soliciting opinions, we should let people finish speaking."
The room instantly quieted down, but the oppressive hostility still lingered in the air.
The officer on the left, the grey-templed radical, suddenly clenched his fist, "Leader, we must not compromise on this matter!"
Through gritted teeth, he said, "Once the Spirit Awakening Sect infiltrates, the Yama Hall and the Dawn Alliance will gnaw away at our faith like termites! By that time, the base will only become harder to manage."
