Old Gu
Editor: Atlas Studios
At a courier station,
inside a room,
Zhao Jishan and the other higher-ups sat together with a stony countenance. The atmosphere was oppressive.
It was humiliating to think about what had happened today.
One of the high-level members couldn't contain himself any longer and slammed his palm forcefully on the table, destroying it in the process. "Yama must give us an explanation!" he said angrily.
"Go tell them that if they can't resolve this matter to our satisfaction, there's no need for their existence anymore," Zhao Jishan said menacingly with murderous intent.
"Although the Dragon Lake Institute won and upset our plan, that was not a big deal. With three consecutive victories against the three Great Institutes and the numinous treasures we obtained, we still have a 50% chance of succeeding in our plan."
The high-level member tried to sound optimistic as he said these words.