"Still not talking? Still not talking? Good. Since you won't speak, there'll be no need for you to speak ever again."
Xu Linghe clapped lightly. Two squads of armored soldiers rushed in and immediately surrounded Jiang Shangkun.
Jiang Shangkun turned deathly pale and cried out, "I want to see Dao Master Song! I want to see Dao Master Song..."
Xu Linghe swept out his hand, sending a streak of golden light into Jiang Shangkun. Jiang Shangkun instantly fell silent, as if he had turned into a wooden carving. Xu Linghe waved his hand again, and the two squads of armored soldiers bound Jiang Shangkun and dragged him away.
"For a fool like him to occupy such a high position is truly a blight on our Church."
Xu Linghe said coldly, "We must reach a decision today. Otherwise, no one is leaving."
Xu Linghe was thoroughly fed up. These people were becoming more and more useless. They couldn't get anything done, yet they were astonishingly good at causing trouble.
He gave them a tongue-lashing, forcing everyone to speak. But no matter how they phrased it, they all said the same thing.
The core of their argument was that peace had been hard-won, and the two sides had coexisted peacefully for years. There was no need to provoke a war over one Xu Yi. They had grown accustomed to the good life and truly didn't want more upheaval, or to be cast adrift and driven from place to place.
Of course, these old hands had all sorts of clever ways to dress up their arguments in conversation. Some listed the difficulties, saying that the Church's resources had been depleted too quickly of late, and that if they went to war, they might not even be able to scrape together enough supplies for