The man who had made the proposal vaguely sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere. The next moment, Wan Jiang cut him off firmly:
"Do not bring this up again. We have no need to interfere in the Nether Realm, nor do we need to seek any benefits from it."
"The Nether God is not our partner... he is our comrade-in-arms."
Those words stunned everyone present. The proposer froze as well, then hurriedly sat back down, his speech forcibly brought to an end.
Wan Jiang's tone brooked no argument. A few people began whispering among themselves, quietly passing along information.
Most of them knew nothing about the relationship between the Nether God Chen Mo and Wan Jiang. All they knew was that Chen Mo was also from Great Xia.
But for nearly eleven years, the Nether God Chen Mo had barely been in contact with Wan Jiang and had almost no dealings with Great Xia. Only Zhou Yuan, known as the Yin-Yang Walker, maintained ties between Great Xia and the Nether Realm.
They had never imagined that Wan Jiang could trust Chen Mo so completely. Why?
No one answered their questions, and Wan Jiang offered no further explanation. He merely waved for the meeting to continue.
Only a handful of those present knew the reason-Wan Jiang and Chen Mo truly had once been comrades-in-arms.
The meeting continued. After several more proposals were approved or rejected in succession, everyone in the Conference Hall left as the meeting adjourned.
Only Wan Jiang and a figure beside him remained.
Wan Jiang looked toward that figure, as elegant and keen as a blade of ice, and asked in puzzlement, "Qiu Li, is something wrong?"
Bai Qiu Li asked in return, "During the meeting, you said the Boss told you about the balance between