Ye Wuyue felt somewhat weary, her thoughts subdued, so she didn't pay much attention,
"What could possibly trouble Prime Minister Gong?"
Gong Tianrui sighed, "As a servant of the Shangjing Immortal Dynasty, I am constantly worried about its stability."
"The prosperity of the Immortal Dynasty is inseparable from Prime Minister Gong's contributions."
"If, when I retire to my hometown, I could earn from my fellow courtiers a single phrase: 'Dedicated entirely to the nation,' it would be the greatest honor." Gong Tianrui said, "I have no grand ambition, only hoping for a stable tenure. But now, with demon cultivators causing chaos, and the court filled with intrigue, external threats and internal strife, stability is hard to claim."
Ye Wuyue suddenly felt a sharp prick in her forehead, instantly becoming alert, her pupils flickering with faint light,
"External threats and internal strife? What do you mean by that?"
