"Yuan Chengjun, I'm asking if you're the one who gave the damn order. Just answer yes or no; don't waste your breath with me!"
"So what if I did? Guang Ge, if you're angry, don't take it out in the court. You know very well how the contract for the renovation was written clearly. We never deliberately mishandled anyone; it's just the craftsmanship is a bit shoddy, but that certainly doesn't count as a crime."
Inside the Mysterious Heavenly Palace, two men were standing before the throne, unceremoniously pointing fingers and cursing at each other. The latter, a seemingly refined middle-aged man with a deeper insight, was merely sneering: "You know, the Feather Transformation Dao is an emerging path. If there are risks, so be it. My Yuan Family is incapable. If you are so capable, why not invite that Nature Master over to guide us personally!"
Hearing such shameless remarks, the Virtuous King glared with rage: "Yuan Chengjun, damn you!"
