The Emperor's capital.
In the Tingming Pavilion's conference hall, several elderly council members were holding an internal meeting.
Wu Tianyan pinched the bridge of his tired nose, just now he alone had withstood all the pressure for the support plan for civilian Combat Training Masters, and only then had its members reluctantly agreed to a small-scale trial, with the condition of immediate loss-cutting should any mishap occur.
Sitting opposite him was a gaunt old man with a long face, who suddenly furrowed his brow as he flipped through the document in front of him, "The 'amendment to the schedule for foreign universities participating in the 'University Student Cup,'' what is this about, why haven't we received any news?"
After finishing his words, the elder slammed the document onto the table, "Who will give me a reasonable explanation?"
Wu Tianyan slowly sipped from his enamel cup, covertly exchanging a glance with Secretary Sun.
