Tang Ming wore an awkward expression as he walked onto the stage, taking over the three wooden crates.
As one of the representatives of the branch clans, he had never imagined things would escalate to such a degree.
He wanted to say a few words in explanation because he knew that most people were only provoked and didn't really have any complaints with Tang Zhi.
"Sect Head, in reality…"
Tang Zhi waved his hand, cutting off his intended speech. In an indifferent tone, he said, "I know what you want to say. I was the one at fault in this issue. I made the original promise of these lands. You've distributed them based on contribution, now, you may leave. The singing and dancing shall continue."
Tang Ming had no choice but to nod and salute, leading several stewards off the main stage and toward his own seat.
"The Sect Head is carving off his own flesh." Tang Luo watched Tang Zhi declaring this year's dividends on stage. He said lightly.
