After a little idle chatter, Wang Zijia broke the silence: "Let's not stand around here any longer, let's find a place to chat over tea."
"Why settle for tea when I have a few jars of five-grade top-grade spirit wine that I brought from the Divine Capital? Let's go drink!" Li Shengshi suggested.
"Great!"
"Let's go!"
"... ..."
The six people chatted as they walked out together.
When the others left, Li Xingming, who had tried to blend into the background, finally let out a long sigh of relief.
The room was filled with antiques from eight thousand years ago - all his ancestors.
He hadn't even reported the current state of Changbao yet. He was hoping to drag it out and let his grandfather, Li Wangzu, take the blame.
After all, the situation in Changbao had not arisen under his leadership!
Therefore, he absolutely did not want to draw the attention of his revered ancestors!
He found it somewhat absurd that a man of his age could still fear meeting his elders.
What a world!
