Seven days later.
The newly appointed Chief of Staff, Zhuang Wen, led the Staff Department in running projections and determined that the situation would undergo tremendous changes in three days. He reported it to Yang Wenqing at once.
Yang Wenqing had long since used the Golden Core World and the Heaven-Seizing Creation Art to make his own projections. Zhu Sheng had also personally told him the date, so he was not overly surprised.
It was at that moment that he received notice from Wang Lu of an emergency high-level meeting.
After connecting to the projection signal, he saw the same round conference table. This time, however, two additional seats had been added, and Wang Lu's position had changed as well.
Lu Song looked at Yang Wenqing and said, "I heard you haven't even handled government affairs lately. Are you cultivating some secret art?"
"Who's been wagging their tongue again?" Yang Wenqing asked.
Xie Zhuo spoke up before anyone else. "Who needs to wag their tongue? Every time you cast a spell, the Monitoring Formations we've set up in the air start sounding alarms. So what secret art are you cultivating, exactly? Its intensity is a little high. Could this be a warning to tell us not to steal your credit for taking Jade Whale Island?"
By the end, his tone was half-joking, half-serious.
Yang Wenqing smiled. "You are all my seniors. How would I dare warn my seniors? I'm merely testing the intensity of a spell."
"The results aren't bad, are they?" Lu Song asked.
"They're acceptable," Yang Wenqing said. "But if Situ Hai dares show himself again, I have a sixty percent chance of keeping him behind."
"Whoa!"
Su Qia laughed. "Director Yang is still bothered by that interception battle? Pursuing perfection too much isn't a good habit..." He