Exiting the meeting room, the moon had already shifted westward.
She refused the sedan chair from the Hidden Immortal Sect, and after leaving the Cultivation Alliance, she directly summoned the Divine Pen, stepping onto it, and flew away through the air.
Gong Leitian, who chased after her, failed to catch up, staring intently at her disappearing figure, his face icy cold.
Gong Xihe came out, patting his shoulder: "Stop looking, Grandmaster Uncle has her own plans. No matter how anxious you get, it won't help."
Gong Leitian, lost in thought, came back to his senses and said, "I just think it's too unfair that Grandmaster Uncle was deceived by such a man."
"This world has never been fair. Letian, do you think your current position is fair to others?"
"I deserve all of this."
"I know you've worked hard to maintain your position today, but Letian, in your department, is there really no one who has contributed as much as you have?"
"No."
