Saint Mother Jin Ling, whose face had been cold all along, spoke in an unfriendly tone:
"This Seat had thought that those able to stand ranked within this hall would all be no idle, useless people.
Each of your divine offices concerns the order of one region. If you fulfill them with all due diligence, I imagine no great mishap should occur.
Each family's sect has its own supervision and constraints over the disciples beneath its gate; there is no need for outsiders to wag their tongues too much.
Since we are ministers in the same hall, we ought to understand the stakes, and have fewer meaningless attacks and restraints between us.
If someone harbors ill intent and wishes to stir chaos in the Heavenly Court, brewing a great disaster, I fear that is not something any of you present would wish to see.
If there are no other important matters, This Seat feels this court assembly may end here."
Guichenzi nodded slightly. "Poor daoist agrees with the words of Ziwei the Great and Great Emperor Gouchen.
The Heavenly Court and the lower realm each have their own strengths, and each have their own limits.
Since we have entered this gate, we should be at ease in this position.
Blaming Heaven and resenting others only throws the mind into disorder, and is of no benefit to the Dao.
Heavenly Emperor, Your Majesty, if there are no other urgent affairs to command, shall we take our leave?"
Haotian's chest rose and fell violently as he swept his gaze over the gathered ministers in the hall.
The Literary Sect acted as though the matter had nothing to do with them, while the Jie Sect and Chan Sect both wore impatient expressions. As for his own direct line, most of them had their