Perhaps he had truly been born for grand occasions?
The three masters and disciples—Ye Xiu and the others—sat in the Alliance's foremost row. There should originally have been four seats here, but since the owner of the fourth seat was currently standing in the very center of the hall, receiving everyone's attention, that chair had been removed.
Qi He's face was full of feeling. He prided himself on having led the Alliance from the down-and-out refuge of independent cultivators it had once been into the dominant force it was today. He could be considered skilled at dealing with people, after all. Back then, Ye Xiu had been nothing less than a hands-off shopkeeper—after leaving behind a viable path, he had vanished without a trace, leaving them to feel their way through everything themselves.
Though if one had to put it that way, he was still a hands-off shopkeeper even now.
"Of course there are differences between people."
Ji Ye rolled his eyes. He did not have so many feelings about it.
Though he likewise held a high position, ever since he had been adopted in childhood, the people he had come into contact with were researchers from Starfire.
He considered himself a researcher, and what researchers needed to understand most clearly was that human strength had its limits.
No one could know everything or control everything. Everyone was but a tiny grain of millet beneath this vast heaven and earth. If they wanted to live better, they needed to unite, each displaying their finest side so that the entire group could become its best and thereby rise higher.
Thus, he readily accepted the reality that An Dongcheng, a brat who had spent his first eighteen years wallowing in some unknown gutter, had utterly crushed him in diplomacy. He even had