Time flew by, and another six months had passed.
The peaceful days always seem to fly by.
Yin Country, Lingxiao Palace meeting room.
At 4 p.m., a meeting had just ended, and Zhao Ling was sitting in his chair, lost in thought.
Venerable Xu had intended to leave, but seeing Zhao Ling's distracted state, he pulled up a chair and sat beside him. He glanced at the Inner Guard by the door, who nodded, cooperated, and left the room, closing the door behind him.
"It's been over half a year since Venerable Gu's position was vacated. You should have promoted someone from the Three Institutes to fill the gap. I've been acting in that capacity for a long time, and people are already gossiping about you," Venerable Xu said.
"I don't care. Right now, I simply can't trust anyone else," Zhao Ling said.
