As they spoke, two figures gradually appeared on that table.
The dim, cabinet-like council environment completely darkened with several people gathering, eventually leaving only one dormitory in the darkness.
In the dormitory, Wei Liang sat on one side, while Lin Yi, Tian Bufan, Wei Shan, Kuai Hongji, and Mao Feiyang were scattered around.
"So casual..." Wei Liang shook his head helplessly, "These could all be names recorded in history books."
"In 'unofficial history,' perhaps." Tian Bufan chuckled.
"You can't speak too absolutely; as the saying goes, official histories are often biased, while unofficial histories are the truth," Wei Liang said.
Lin Yi slightly shook his head, "It doesn't matter if it's official or unofficial history. What matters is the present, and the rest is for future generations to discuss."
Wei Liang said, "Don't worry, 'Time' will remember everything."
