Wu Jian's face changed greatly in response to Hao Donglei's words, and his grip on his sword tightened as he lowered his head. There was a short spell of silence as the tension built up slightly, but Wu Jian sighed tiredly and raised his head.
He seemed to age rapidly in an instant, and his previous sharp aura disappeared, leaving a lost soul. He cupped his fists to everyone and walked out of the building slowly, his back seeming to convey a thousand words alone.
The others watched him go with complicated expressions. Pei Luo, the young woman in charge of external affairs, did not seem too happy.
"Brother Hao, was there a need to go so far?" She whispered with a hint of worry.
Hao Donglei shook his head calmly. "As the Acquisition Elder, Wu Jian has contributed greatly and spends most of his time fighting for resources for us on the outside by killing demon beasts."
