Inside the Pope Palace, Qian Xunji's brow remained furrowed as he listened to Qian Daoliu. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the armrest of his jade throne as he waited for his father to continue.
Qian Daoliu walked slowly to the jade desk, his gaze settling on the map of the continent covered in red circles. His voice grew measured and solemn. "The Worship Hall has already told me everything about the incident in the Tianyang Mountain Range."
"Because this matter involved the child Qin Ming, several of your martial uncles have voiced considerable criticism, believing that Spirit Hall's internal management has grown far too lax."
"And that ultimately led to this grave incident in the Tianyang Mountain Range," Qian Daoliu said slowly.
Qian Xunji's brow furrowed even deeper. Qian Daoliu was undoubtedly putting pressure on him. Instinctively, he wanted to offer a few words in rebuttal, but then he recalled the results of the retaliation Cang Wu had just reported.
Qian Xunji felt that whatever he said would sound pale and powerless, only reinforcing Qian Daoliu's fixed impression of his incompetence.
Moreover, Qin Ming had been severely injured in the incident. Had Yue Guan not arrived in time, even if his life had not been endangered, he would at least have suffered serious lasting damage that would affect his future cultivation.
And Qian Xunji had always been close to the worshippers of the Worship Hall. With Xiong Shi's disciple injured, he too felt a measure of guilt.
Looking at his son sitting on the jade throne with his head lowered in thought, a trace of heartache appeared in Qian Daoliu's eyes. He raised a hand and patted Qian Xunji's shoulder, speaking with a gentleness long absent from his voice. "You are the pope. When I entrusted that position to you all