The highest chair, a high-backed chair, is made of pure gold and inlaid with various precious gems; it is the only special chair present.
The old man in the chair didn't look old; his eyes were still bright, and his hair was only gray. But everyone present knew that he had lived too long and was well past the age to die.
"Now that everyone is here, let's begin the meeting! I'm getting old and my health isn't good, so I'd like to go back and rest early," Elder Ashif, sitting at the head of the table, said casually, squinting his eyes.
No one dared to laugh at this mentally unstable old man, not only because he was a member of the Habsburg family, the most powerful family in the Western Continent, but also because he was the temple's recognized strongest Saint-level expert.
"Your Excellency Elder Ashif, I have received protests from the Prince of Ottoman and the Duke of Burgundy. Princess Heatherine has allowed the cultivators of Great Xia to humiliate the cultivators of Western Continent. I hope Your Excellency will make a judgment."
The one who spoke was a priest sitting to the right of Elder Ashif, his golden priest's robes gleaming—he was a Saint-level powerhouse.
Saint Heatherine sat at the farthest end opposite Ashiff, a special position that signified her special status in the temple. When she heard someone complaining about her, she didn't even lift an eyelid.
Ashiff raised an eyelid slightly. "Hatherine, do you have any objections to Elder Charles's accusations?"
“I have no objection. If anyone feels insulted, he may challenge the other party to a duel. I will be there to make a fair judgment. If he does not have the courage to challenge the other party, then he should leave the inner palace.” Heather lowered her eyes, her face as cold as ice.
“Heather, such a despicable cultivator should not be practicing in the inner sanctum. You should expel him,” Elder Charles said sharply.
Heatherine's eyes suddenly lit up as she stared directly at Charles. "Prince Slaymond is your student, and I understand how you feel right now, but you are an elder of the Inquisition and have no right to interfere in my inner court affairs."
"Ahem! Let's discuss that later. Now, let's get down to business! The sea tribe has invited us to a meeting next month. Who among you is willing to go and find out their true intentions?"
"Elder Asif, Heatherine is willing to serve the Temple." Saint Heatherine was the first to respond.
"No, Heatherine, everyone knows you need that thing from the sea people. We highly suspect your true intentions. You should avoid suspicion!" Want to chat about *Sailing and Conquest* with more like-minded people? Follow "Or" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books with other book lovers.
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