At noon, inside a Japanese-style private room.
"Boss, why exactly are you disbanding the Dragon-Slaying Dojo?! We worked so hard to build up this territory and reputation, and you're just disbanding it like that. Wh-what the hell is going on!?"
"Yeah, Boss! You even said you were going to inherit that Queen Sakura title and become the president of the Yamato Restoration Society. Sure, you've always had dealings with the Eastern Japan faction, but how did things suddenly... This is just too... too..."
"Anyway, Boss, please take back your order! Without the Dragon-Slaying Dojo, what are the hundreds of us supposed to do?!"
"Boss, you can't just abandon us like this!"
Six people gathered in the small room. Four of them were worked up, speaking passionately without pause. They were all founding members of the Dragon-Slaying Dojo. Once the dojo was disbanded, all their power and benefits would be gone, so naturally they opposed it with everything they had. More importantly, Zhu Tong had only said "disband," without even naming a successor.
Of the two silent people, one was Zhu Tong. She sat in a carefree, unladylike manner, holding a wine gourd and taking a swig from it every now and then. The other was Zhuge Lian. He kept his head lowered, and even the fan he habitually waved had gone still.
"Enough!"
Apparently fed up with listening, Zhu Tong slammed the wine gourd onto the low table.
The four noisy people instantly fell silent, though they continued looking at Zhu Tong pleadingly.
Zhu Tong swept her bleary gaze over them and said, "It's disbanded, so it's disbanded. What's the big deal? Look at how anxious you all are. Enough. If you came to persuade me to take back my order, then stop wasting your breath. You know my temper.