Lu PingAn truly had not expected this trip to stir up so much trouble.
"Forget it. I'm tired. Let it all burn."
The moment he arrived in Wanjing, Lu PingAn received an overly enthusiastic welcome.
Every Ministry-level Unit had sent high-ranking officials. Sightseeing in the morning, inspections in the afternoon, banquets at night, then more inspections the next day, along with all sorts of miscellaneous meetings.
It seemed they feared that one wrong move would make Lu PingAn unhappy and cause the negotiations to collapse outright.
"When do we get to discuss actual business?"
"Just wait. From the looks of it, they intend to drag this out until at least after the New Year."
Most year-end conferences were merely formalities. The higher-ups handed down documents and intelligence, and everyone took the opportunity to maintain relationships.
Of course, conferences held once every three or five years were different. But this one was really just an ordinary annual summary.
"I expect that when the upper ranks meet with the governors of each state, they'll speak with you privately and build some rapport. They probably want to confirm whether you truly have no intention of coming back."
Lu Mouren was helpless as well, but one could not always act as one pleased in the Jianghu. Since he was making a living in the Eastern Kingdom, there were still rules he had to follow.
As a Living God staying in the capital, Lu PingAn naturally received close protection from all sorts of high-level combatants. Whether or not he intended to cause trouble was one thing; the mechanisms here still had to be put in place.
At that moment, Lu PingAn was even a little envious of the Order Gods in the heavens. At least their avatars would not attract so much attention through their