Wang Fugui ultimately still went to the Void Sea, to meet the Grand Commander of Fear.
Yet Ji Taichang, who had sent Wang Fugui off, was in a dreadful mood.
There was no other reason. At the farewell banquet, Wang Fugui had thoroughly berated him, saying things like, "Your Ji Clan controls Eastern Dawn's military industry, yet you occupy your positions without doing your duty and refuse to forge ahead," and so on and so forth.
In Wang Fugui's words, the Ji Clan was Eastern Dawn's second-greatest aristocratic family and held such a sharp weapon as the military industry in its hands. If they were willing to actively reform military equipment, improve artifact-refining methods, vigorously encourage civilian artifact refiners to invent and create, and raise the overall strength of Eastern Dawn Divine Dynasty's artifact-refining industry, the power they could unleash would be terrifying beyond measure.
Yet the Ji Clan had done nothing at all. They were practically just living off past gains.
Over the past hundred thousand years, Eastern Dawn's overall development had nearly stagnated. Though it had not declined, neither had it shown any obvious improvement.
Certainly, this was partly because of the Devil Race invasion, with vast sums of money poured into the great battlefield of the Void Sea. But in truth, the Devil Race had always been kept outside the Void Sea battlefield. The East Radiant Divine Continent itself remained relatively stable, yet there was still scarcely any development.
At the root of it, neither the Xuanyuan Clan nor the Ji Clan could escape responsibility.
If they had managed the Eastern Dawn Divine Dynasty into greater prosperity and strength, why would they now need to humble themselves and come seeking peace?
Wang Fugui's words lingered in his mind for a long time. They made him stamp with