What he had written really did read a little like a story. It was all about what had happened after he joined Purple Gold Cave. Though he bore the title of Purple Gold Cave Elder, he had never enjoyed the authority an elder ought to have. Purple Gold Cave's upper echelon had conspired together and denied him, an elder adviser, the right to discuss affairs or take part in decisions. They hid everything, big and small, from him.
The Southern Prefecture forces under his command had won outstanding military achievements, yet when it came time to share the spoils, not only did he receive no rewards according to merit, but Purple Gold Cave had joined forces to suppress him.
Suppressing him would have been one thing, but they had even tried to force him to hand over his brewing formula and cut off his source of income.
He had taken a master, yet to this day, he had only seen his master a handful of times.
In short, the document detailed every injustice he had suffered in Purple Gold Cave, denounced Purple Gold Cave's every shameless act, cursed that there was not a single good thing among them, and finally hoped Misty Pavilion would uphold justice for him.
Ding Wei said, "I told you to write about Purple Gold Cave's flaws and shortcomings!"
Niu Youdao cupped his hands. "Supervisor Ding, is what I have stated not precisely Purple Gold Cave's flaws and shortcomings?"
Ding Wei tossed the document in his hand onto the desk. "I did not tell you to write about such trivial chicken-feather, garlic-skin matters. The infighting within your Purple Gold Cave, your struggle with them for power and profit—those are your family affairs. I have no interest in who is right or wrong. The shortcomings and problems