"Can Dongmeng prosecute that Heavenly Crane elder for the crime of shielding?"
"This..."
Ye Zisang whispered, "After all, he is a meritorious war general of the Human Race."
"That's just it," Li Ping'an clicked his tongue, "Merits coupled with the Dao Realm of eternal life, big but immovable, heavy but unstoppable. Dongmeng lacks any mechanism for self-reform, and this is the crux of the problem."
Ye Zisang remained silent for a moment, then asked softly, "Brother Li, what do you suggest we do to change this situation?"
"I haven't even become an immortal yet; I should concentrate on my cultivation. Such matters should trouble the three Human Emperors and the various ancient Human Race ministers."
Li Ping'an turned his head and called out:
"Wen Ling, bring us two bottles of good wine!"
Wen Ling responded sweetly, "Okay!"
Ye Zisang let out a long sigh and didn't say anything more.
Moments later.