Before the words were fully spoken, a layer of cold frost suddenly covered Yang Mingli's face, and those muddy eyes instantly became sharp as an eagle's.
It was only at this moment that he revealed a bit of his true nature.
Beneath the appearance of waning energy, he was indeed a formidable being daring enough to pursue the Seven Treasures Bodhisattva.
As his demeanor changed, everyone in the hall held their breath, sweat already beading on their foreheads.
"You have just joined the Demon Slayer Bureau and are unfamiliar with the rules; even if you did something wrong, I wouldn't blame you."
"I am not a stubborn person either; rules can be taught gradually."
"But some people, in a place where we risk our lives together, engage in forming cliques and planting their own people, which is truly nauseating!"
These three sentences were spoken and directly froze the atmosphere in the hall to a near standstill.
Yang Mingli slowly stood up.
