The Demon Venerable is Furious

At the Demon Suppression Division.

Liu Yuanwu watched the Demon Suppression Envoys training below, looking as though he wanted to speak but held back.

It was not that they were training poorly, nor that he thought there was something wrong with it.

He simply felt that everyone's diligence seemed to be directed at the wrong place.

"Are you planning to use those limp, soft moves to bite the Demonic Beasts with your teeth once they come out?"

But he had never expected that, aside from Lin Feng and his few companions, there were not even two normal people in the entire Demon Suppression Division. They could even pull something like this at times, and a headache suddenly came over him.

One could even say he was already being rather exaggerated, and he had no idea what else to say.

"If you insist on putting it that way, there's nothing I can do. But I only want to remind you that while making such moves, you should think about this."

Whether they could do better, or whether there were things with more practical significance to be done.

"What you said indeed has nothing to do with this, but I simply don't accept that we can't do it. That's our problem."

Several Elders were extremely angry over the matter of adjusting the plan. They felt it was utterly absurd and unrealistic.

"Of course I know what you have in mind, and I know you have your own thoughts on these matters. But as the Director here, you can't think only of the present. You need to take the future into account as well."

What if it was merely this one reason, or just an isolated problem? Wouldn't what everyone else saw become even more absurd?

"I never said that, so don't slander