When the pen stopped at Niu Chang's name... it was crossed out directly.
Then he put down the pen in his hand and said, "Zong Peng's face must be given."
Ever since he came to the Imperial City, with the Martial Dao talent he exhibited and Zhan Tian's attitude, he knew the position of director was no longer related to him.
If that's the case... why not give him some face and get on good terms with him.
"This is reality."
Wu Yue sighed inwardly.
Though unwilling, he was extremely helpless; his Martial Dao talent was right there.
Sometimes, refusal is not an option.
"Let's go with that."
Wu Yue handed over the list in his hand.
The man accepted it with both hands, "Yes!"
Of course, he had no objections, as the final decision-making power rested with Wu Yue.
After a slight bow, he headed towards the martial arts arena.
...
"Why hasn't he come yet?"
Niu Chang felt inexplicably anxious; even as a Late-Stage Profound Realm expert, his heart was pounding.
