Whether they liked it or not, the age that belonged to them had already passed.
"My beloved is white and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand!"
Watching this unfold, Yan Qun'er's eyes shone, and her gaze toward Liu Yu filled with admiration.
Like Jiang Qiushui, Ji Ruyan, and the others, she had not been targeted, so she was largely unharmed.
It took longer to describe than to happen. The upheaval had actually unfolded in just one or two breaths.
The disciples guarding outside the hall could only sense waves of powerful spirit pressure rising within, as though some kind of conflict had erupted.
But without being summoned by an elder, they dared not enter on their own.
Tap, tap.
Having overpowered everyone present, Liu Yu walked leisurely to the seat of honor, his gaze sweeping across the elders one by one.
That gaze seemed to carry an irresistible pressure. Wherever it passed, no one dared meet it head-on.
Every gaze crumbled at first contact.
Not bad.
Watching this, Liu Yu nodded inwardly, satisfied with the result.
If he relied on words alone, who knew when they would reach a conclusion? Taking action directly was much more convenient.
After a pause, he said mildly:
"I also have a modest opinion regarding the assignments to the front lines."
"In my view, the arrangements should be as follows..."
Speaking softly, Liu Yu recited the list he considered "reasonable."
His voice was quiet, yet it carried clearly to every corner of the hall. Like the most exquisite musical notes, every sentence plucked at their heartstrings.
No one dared ignore him!
The weak could scream themselves hoarse, yet no one would listen.
The strong could speak in whispers, yet their words would reach deep into people's hearts!
"Who agrees, and who objects?!"
At the end, Liu