"As the head of the Publicity Department, I must take an impartial stance."
"It's precisely because I came out of that sort of environment that I want future generations to grow up in a gentler way."
"Is that wrong?"
Elder Qi took a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself.
His face grew colder still.
Yuan Qingshan sneered. "Being weak is the greatest mistake!"
"I'd like the Human Race's young people to live carefree, happy lives every day even more, but do our circumstances allow it?"
"Charge into the Demon Domain right now, slaughter all those beasts with one stroke, and bring peace to the Human Race. I'll kneel down right now, kowtow, and call you Dad."
Elder Qi's gaze turned icy. "You bastard Yuan, has it been so long since I last beat you that you've forgotten the terror of being under my thumb at Ink Academy?"
"Bullshit! I was the one beating you back then!"
"You're full of shit!"
"No, you're full of shit!"
As their battle grew increasingly heated, the meeting room fell exceptionally quiet. Not a single person even breathed loudly.
These two both had illustrious military records.
Perhaps one day, after awakening again, they would conceal themselves among the Human Race, return to ordinary life, and become new members of the Ten Elders of Ink Pavilion.
So...
They weren't to be trifled with.
Everyone lowered their eyes and sat in meditative silence, their minds wandering far away.
Even the Reserve Corps' deputy general was unusually quick-witted at that moment and shut his mouth without hesitation.
Only the middle-aged secretary had a thoughtful look in his eyes, as though analyzing their conversation.
"Heh, you bastard Qi, I've been sick of you for ages."
"I'll say it outright today. This must happen, or I'll use my authority