Nothing More Than an Eighth-Order Grandmaster!

Although there had been a few twists along the way, the meeting still concluded smoothly half an hour later.

"Ling Shuang is one thing, but Xu Jingming is merely a prodigy who hasn't fully matured yet. How dare he reprimand me?"

After the higher-ups attending the meeting had left, only the three of them remained in the Conference Hall. Gan Gui could no longer hold back and snorted coldly, his expression grim.

As an Eighth-Order Middle Position Grandmaster-level Vice-Curator, he was treated with respect wherever he went. When had anyone ever berated him like this?

Not to mention that the other party was merely a twenty-year-old youngster.

"Xu Jingming is extraordinarily talented and won first place in the Genius Competition, so he does indeed have grounds to be arrogant."

Curator Liu Shan said blandly, "That's why I specifically invited George from the Holy Spirit Martial Hall to deal with him.

"It would be fine if Xu Jingming could defeat George.

"But if he can't, he'll have disgraced the Thunder Martial Hall. After that, he naturally won't be qualified to keep acting so arrogantly.

"The same goes for Ling Shuang. If she fails to complete the mission within five days, I'll naturally have ways to hold her accountable."

As Curator, so long as he did not make a mistake, Su Qingli would have no excuse to remove him from his position.

Correspondingly, if Ling Shuang made a mistake, she would likewise lose her authority.

And the Thunder Martial Hall was his home ground. Dealing with Ling Shuang and Xu Jingming was nothing more than a matter of saying a word or two.

If this attempt failed, there would be another. If that still did not work, he could simply try a few more times.

After all, this was his territory. He