"Young Master can no longer tolerate your negligence. Since you are so unwilling to establish an intelligence system, then leave Chaochang!"
The middle-aged man looked at Sister Xiu'er, who was biting her lower lip without saying a word, and sighed, "Someone will come to take over your position. After you hand over the intelligence on Chaochang's forces and the Divine Artifact to her, you can go back to Blood Tower."
Sister Xiu'er, who had been silent, suddenly raised her head in surprise and said, "Hand over? Leave? No, I cannot go!"
"This is an order!" The middle-aged man's face suddenly darkened, "You are a descendant of the Yun Clan, with the blood of the Yun Family flowing within you. The path you walk has been paved by the lives of countless Yun ancestors. Your purpose in living is to remember this, not to wallow in degradation!"
