It was like this for seven days.
An almost unrealistic sense of peace fell over the entire Ultimate. The fighting was confined to a very small area, almost ten times smaller than before.
Although Ye Qingxuan himself didn't think there was anything wrong with this peace, most of the people there thought that he had spoiled things for everyone.
When it came to blows, nobody wanted there to be somebody left behind them scheming. Especially since that guy would not only be scheming towards his own goals, but they had to waste thirty years working for him, even going so far as to...
"I said, aren't you ashamed, Your Excellency the Grand Inquisitor?" The Master who had been forced into such a desperate situation asked.
But Ye Qingxuan felt nothing. "Ashamed? Of what? What's wrong with maintaining the peace? Have you ever even really thought about what I'm doing? Haven't I already given you a way out by not having your burned at the stake?"