Inside the business car returning to the Martial Arts Association, Chairman Liu Xuanfeng, who had been reprimanded, wore an ugly expression, and naturally, no one else dared to say anything.
The atmosphere in the car was extremely heavy.
After a while, Liu Xuanfeng looked at Lu Changkong and let out a sigh. "Changkong, you understand Prince Su Mai's meaning as well. It's not that I'm unwilling to give you a chance, but you, you're really not showing enough spirit."
"I understand."
Lu Changkong responded somewhat dispiritedly.
"You are relatively old, and cannot devote too much of your time and energy to managing the specific matters of each state within your jurisdiction, I can understand. Take some time to rest for the next period."
"I will tender my resignation."
As Lu Changkong uttered these words, he seemed to age significantly.
As a Martial Saint who has condensed his Martial Arts Will, he could directly hold the position of Executive if he chose to enter politics.
