"The Matriarch arrogantly promised us a miraculous solution within a week, yet our storehouses remain completely empty!" Elder Gu Ming roared furiously as he slammed his carved walking cane heavily against the polished stone floor
His voice echoed harshly through the tense room.
The heavy, oppressive atmosphere inside the Gu Clan's grand Audience Hall was entirely suffocating. Gu Yangtian gripped the armrests of his seat so tightly that his knuckles turned completely white.
Gu Yangtian's head was throbbing with a massive, blinding migraine while the dozen angry elders standing below him continued to scream and spit in absolute panic.
Over the past few days, their poison refinement halls and alchemy cauldrons were entirely shut down from a total lack of raw medicinal materials.
And on top of that, the disciples had already started violently rioting over non allocation of monthly allowances.
