This meeting was unlike the first one when everyone was eager and felt that confronting the Three Great Civilizations was just within reach.
Yet, when it came down to it, it was still the same old way, with each person silently lamenting in their heart.
However, fortunately, this time we didn't end up being notorious; if we were to pass the Three Great Civilizations' draft, who knows how many nicknames we'd get.
Cowards, weaklings, all sorts of labels might have been thrown upon us.
Nevertheless, the crisis of council seat rotation still looms ahead.
If it were possible, of course, everyone would like to retain their council seat.
After the meeting, everyone logged off heavily burdened, and the virtual projections before them gradually dissipated.
Li Ming appeared calm, considering the council seat as something he could take or leave. If they wouldn't allow him to use a mechanical body, then he'd just give it up.
He certainly can't fight with just an S-class body.
