He Pingsheng had no chance to get a word in.
He had barely gotten halfway through before he had to stop.
Watching their furious faces, He Pingsheng suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction, though he could not say why.
They argued for a while, then stopped.
Xuan Yang turned to He Pingsheng and asked, "Let's put the discussion aside for now. Junior Brother, is there anything else?"
He Pingsheng nodded. "Yes!"
Wuwei bristled with anger. "Then why didn't you say so sooner?"
He Pingsheng could not be bothered with him. He raised the token again and said, "Master said that all eighty percent of the resources cut from your allocations will go to the lower-ranking disciples!"
"Starting today, the Great Void Sect will throw its gates wide open and select outstanding disciples from the outer sect for admission!"
"Every peak must take in large numbers of disciples!"
Wuwei flared up again. "What kind of nonsense is this? Throwing the gates wide open and letting those lowly wretches come running in-where will anyone find a place for quiet cultivation in the Great Void Sect?"
"No, I disagree... Wait..."
As he spoke, Wuwei fixed his gaze on He Pingsheng. "Junior Brother, you little bastard, you aren't passing off a fake imperial edict, are you?"
He Pingsheng smiled bitterly. "Eldest Brother, do you really think I'd have the nerve?"
Wuwei said, "Hard to say. I'll go ask the old man myself!"
With a swish, Wuwei turned into a streak of light and headed for Jade Dragon Peak.
The other Golden Core cultivators also left, leaving He Pingsheng, the messenger, stranded in the Internal Affairs Hall.
He Pingsheng could only toss out his flying sword and use Sword Riding to travel to Jade Dragon Peak.
Now that he had advanced to the Foundation Establishment