"If we don't talk about this, what should we talk about?" a family head asked him.
"That's right, Master Ling. From what you're saying, the people I lent you died in vain, right? But you don't have to bear any responsibility because it's all Jun Lin Hall's fault?"
"You brought so many people with you, but you couldn't even chop off one of those subordinates' heads. Yet you don't think you're incompetent?"
"Whoever steps up and brings so many sacrificial warriors into Jun Lin Hall should be able to cause some damage, right? But you're the one who didn't accomplish anything!"
"Master Ling, you've lost all your face, haven't you? How dare you gather us together?"
One of the family heads was incredibly furious. He glared at Qian Liuguang fiercely and punched the table so hard that it almost collapsed.
"Alright, alright. Everyone, stop talking."
However, one of the family heads, who was still a little calm, spoke up.
