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Making contact with the Tang Family was part of his duty, but that last phrase, "use your judgment as circumstances demand"... clearly granted him advance authority over some operational decisions concerning the major strategy of "striking at the Clear Sky Sect," and even strategic judgments that could determine how events unfolded.
Watching his momentarily bewildered expression, Chen Hong knitted his brows almost imperceptibly, a faint vein twitching at his temple. "What? You proposed the entire blueprint for this plan. Besides, right now, everyone..."
His gaze swept over the exhausted but resolute senior members. "Which of them isn't shouldering heavy responsibilities, worn down by mountains of paperwork? Since you set this in motion, if you don't shoulder this responsibility, who should?"
Chen Xiaojun seemed to come back to his senses only then. He instinctively raised a hand to cover his face, letting out a low, boyish "wail." "But... Granduncle, I... I'm still a child!"
This wildly exaggerated attempt to shirk responsibility instantly gave the already solemn atmosphere in the hall a bizarre twist.
Seated below, Chen Hua abruptly closed his eyes, feeling his vision go black for a moment.
An indescribable emotion surged through him, and he fought the urge to press a hand to his forehead and heave a long sigh. Fuck, once this kid starts putting on an act, he's... unbearable to watch!
Three days later, inside the soul guidance experimental Workshop in Hundred Flowers Village.
Waving several sheets of paper, Tie Fu'er jogged into the Hundred Flowers Village team's soul guidance research Workshop, his voice brimming with irrepressible excitement. "Master! Master! It's been approved! It's been approved!"
Tang Yuchen was concentrating on adjusting a precision core component for a magic formation. At the sound, his fingers stopped steadily in place,