At this moment, however, the gentle-natured head of the Jiang Family, the deputy minister of Abyss Hunting, bore an unusual seriousness on her face.
"Old man..."
Jiang Ying watched Hong Qitian's fluid movements, finally unable to hold back as she spoke, her voice carrying a cold disapproval, "The way you treat Fang Qingyu, isn't it... a bit unsuitable?"
She paused, choosing her words carefully: "Whether it's in public or private, your exploitation of him is a bit too much. This doesn't align with the Federation's standard for treating top talents, especially someone like him... a unique existence. Moreover, he is Fang Qingyu. His potential, his dual systems, his value to the Federation... deserve us to treat him more honestly, more protectively, rather than using him as a... pioneering sharp blade, or even a stone to smash against the reef."
Hong Qitian acted as if he hadn't heard, remaining focused on the teapot in his hands.
