After the meeting ended, the high-ranking members of the Whig Society with practical duties all left to attend to their business, while Fang Zhen remained.
Soon, the meeting room emptied, leaving only him and Alexander.
Once everyone had left, Alexander rubbed the bridge of his nose, then gestured for Fang Zhen to take a seat before sitting down himself.
Alexander made no effort to hide his fatigue. "The Whig Society is under immense pressure right now," he said. "This is also a critical time for making choices."
"My actions now could affect the future of the entire Kingdom. To put it more grandly, they might even shape the destiny of humankind."
"I don't consider myself a special person, nor do I believe I have some divine mission. It's just that circumstances have brought me to this critical juncture. Even so, I can still feel the immense weight of responsibility on my shoulders."
