As for the handling of Grand Celestial Master Lu Jian, the matter had been raised high, only to be set down lightly in the end.
A host of senior ministers were deeply dissatisfied.
The generals at the front lines were even more dissatisfied.
Although the final conclusion was that Grand Celestial Master Lu Jian had been carrying out his duties, had filed reports, and had uncovered ironclad, shocking evidence of corruption, while the eventual disruption of military supplies had been caused by Devil Race or Demon Race spies—
The deaths of the frontline soldiers had each been a living, breathing life of flesh and blood.
The commanders at the front had watched those living bodies die before their very eyes. Yet to the ruler and ministers in Luoyi's imperial court, those soldiers' deaths might have been nothing more than a number.
Had Grand Celestial Master Lu Jian been at the front lines, the enraged commanders might well have flayed him alive.
But he was in the central government.
So he was safe.
After all, in the eyes of the central government's senior ministers—even Prime Minister Wen Gang—there had been nothing inherently wrong with what Grand Celestial Master Lu Jian had done. His luck had merely been a little too poor.
Grand Celestial Master Lu Jian himself, however, had been terrified out of his wits.
He had nearly thought he would follow in the footsteps of the former Grand Celestial Master Wu Yu and take a trip to the Spirit-Slaying Platform.
Having survived the calamity, Grand Celestial Master Lu Jian felt little relief. His heart was filled only with gratitude, gratitude for Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long's care for a trusted confidant like him.
Thinking back to when he had accepted this assignment over a month ago, Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long had