The meeting had ended for the time being.
Now they were sitting in the dining room, waiting for their meal.
Yin Le had won, but it had cost him significant energy. As a result, he felt somewhat exhausted, an empty sensation churning in his stomach.
He had not only redeemed Master Ming's image in the heart of one person but had also dispelled the ideas some held about forcefully pulling Zhou Li into their group.
The former was relatively simple.
