Faced with Lei Tianming's thunderstorm-like, astonishing aura, Yun Feidian remained as calm as a gentle breeze, merely smiling it off.
"My apologies, esteemed seniors."
Yun Feidian lightly patted the e-book in his hand and said nonchalantly, "I just came across a very interesting little story in this book and couldn't help laughing aloud. I interrupted your heated dispute. My mistake."
Yet there was not the slightest hint of apology on his face.
Lei Tianming was so furious that his upper and lower teeth ground together with a crackling sound. "Yun Feidian, this is a matter of life and death for the Nine Super Enterprises. It may even determine the fate of our Nine Great Cultivation Families. Do you think that if all of us fall one after another, your Thunder Cloud Technology can remain unscathed? At a time like this, you still have the mood to read some little story?"
"Many times, these ancient little stories from Earth can also offer ancient wisdom to solve the problems before us."
Smiling, Yun Feidian said, "Take this story, for example—it happened during the Warring States period. A man from Chu State was crossing a river by boat. When the boat reached midstream, the treasure sword he carried slipped into the river by accident. He hurriedly reached out to catch it, but it was already too late. The sword had fallen into the water, and everyone aboard cried out in alarm.
"But that man from Chu State seemed perfectly composed. He immediately took out a small knife and carved a mark into the side of the boat. Then he told everyone, 'This is where my treasure sword fell into the water, so I must carve a mark here.'
"Everyone looked at one another, unable to understand why he had done such a thing.