But who could have expected that Harper would suddenly interfere so directly and propose something so outrageous?
The first person to oppose her was Justin.
He was a man with a thick beard and a protruding belly, yet despite his appearance, no one dared underestimate him.
After all, he was already at the 8th level of Spirit Monarch Rank.
A realm that countless mystical cultivators could only dream of reaching.
Justin slowly leaned back against his chair before looking at Harper with cold eyes.
"I refuse."
His voice echoed heavily throughout the conference hall.
"This is too much. She has not done anything for the Mystical Cultivation Association yet."
Everyone present understood exactly why this matter was so important.
The Mystical Cultivation Association did not merely provide resources and missions.
It provided protection. Absolute protection.
