Lin Yi felt helpless. He had only recently owed Zhou Huan a favor for the special admission slot, so he could hardly refuse him now.
After a moment's thought, Lin Yi took a deep breath, rose, and cupped his fists. "Elders, I am Lin Yi, the Seventh Branch's Seven Veins Pulse Son. In my humble opinion, the Demon Dragon Realm has just endured the Dark Mist invasion and the upheaval of the Trial. Its environment is unstable and its ecosystem fragile. It needs time to recover. Whether we turn it into a dedicated trial ground or a sacred land for artifact refining, we would likely do immense damage to its original environment. That was not our intention when we took control of the Demon Dragon Realm to support the Academy with its resources."
"...Elder Zhou's plan, on the other hand, would restore life to the realm while providing a steady supply of resources. It is a plan for the long term."
When Lin Yi finished, the elders who had challenged Zhou Huan found themselves at a loss for words.
They had old grudges against Zhou Huan, but none against Lin Yi. Nor did they want to offend the Academy's youngest Emperor Realm Prodigy over an argument.
Anyone could see that Lin Yi had a bright future and stood an excellent chance of reaching the middle stage of the Emperor Realm.
Just as the tension was about to ease, a mocking voice came from the corner. "Lin Yi, you're only a Seven Veins Pulse Son. The Great Elder already made an exception by letting you attend this meeting. Since when was it your place to tell us what to do?"
The speaker was Jia Wei, the Fourth Vein Elder. He had disliked Lin Yi for some time, and they had clashed