The conference room fell silent once more, even the tough middle-aged man who just entered frowned slightly.
"I propose once again that those in the Twelfth Realm hunt down Jiang Yuan!"
After glancing around, Gloria spoke again.
This time, it didn't take long for everyone to silently raise their hands.
"Seconded!"
"Seconded."
"Seconded..."
As the majority passed the proposal, all eyes turned to the Angel Clan elder, whose face was still a bit flushed.
"Connelly, we'll leave this matter to you."
"..."
"Alright."
"You better not..."
Before the leader could finish, Connelly interrupted.
"Rest assured, since I've agreed, I'll take this seriously."
Connelly shook his head slightly, his expression calm: "As for Jiang Yaoyang, I trust you won't leave him to die."
"Of course."
Everyone nodded, and the atmosphere instantly calmed down.
But it wasn't so peaceful on the Demon Race's side.
Seeing Wusun Zhongliang dead, Old Man Wusun immediately exploded.
