Recommendation Tickets, please.
It was his duty to make contact with the Tang Clan, but that latter phrase, "make decisions as circumstances dictate"... clearly meant that part of the operational decision-making authority for the major strategy of "sniping the Clear Sky Sect," and even the strategic-level judgment that could affect the direction of the situation, had been granted to him in advance.
Chen Hong looked at his instantly blank expression, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, a faint vein throbbing at his temple. "What? The entire blueprint for this plan was proposed by you. Besides, right now, everyone..."
His gaze swept around the exhausted but resolute higher-ups. "Which one of them isn't carrying a heavy responsibility and wearing themselves out with paperwork? Since you were the one who started this, if this burden isn't borne by you, then who else should bear it?"
Chen Xiaojun seemed only then to come back to his senses. He subconsciously raised a hand to cover his face, and a low "wail" carrying the air of a youth slipped out. "But... Great-Uncle, I... I'm still a child!"
This overly exaggerated attempt to shirk responsibility instantly forced a strange twist into the already solemn atmosphere of the hall.
Chen Hua, seated below, abruptly closed his eyes, feeling as if his vision had suddenly gone dark for an instant.
An indescribable emotion surged up in his heart, and he forced down the urge to clutch his forehead and heave a long sigh. For fuck's sake, once this child starts acting dramatic, he's... impossible to watch!
Three days later, inside the spirit tool experimental workshop at Hundred Flowers Village.
Tie Fu'er waved several sheets of paper in his hand as he jogged all the way into Hundred Flowers Village's research Spirit Tool Workshop, his voice filled