Having been reprimanded, Chairman Liu Xuanfeng wore a grim expression as he sat in the business car returning to the martial society.0

 The others, understandably, remained silent. The atmosphere in the car was extremely heavy.0

After a while, Liu Xuanfeng finally turned his gaze to Lu Changkong and slowly exhaled. "Changkong, you know the Prince's stance. It's not that I don't want to give you a chance, but your performance has been too disappointing."0

"I understand," Lu Changkong responded with a hint of sorrow.0

"You're also quite old now and can't devote as much time and energy into managing the affairs of the various states in your jurisdiction. I understand. You should take some time to rest for a while."0

"I'll submit my resignation…."0

When Lu Changkong said this, he appeared as though he had aged significantly.　　0

As a Martial Saint with a forged Martial Will, he could directly assume the position of an executive. However…0

An executive and a deputy chairman were still one level apart. For middle-aged and elderly Martial Saints having been in office for around fifty years, bridging this gap was quite challenging.0

He had hoped to stay in this...0