Lang Qianqiu stood with his arms crossed, eyes closed as he quietly dozed off during the meeting. It's not like anyone would pay attention to him, he was a god amongst a sea of many more gods... Plus, he was standing so it wasn't even noticeable.

As Jun Wu droned on and on about political matters, Lang Qianqiu's head started to slowly droop and fall. If only the meeting had ended sooner.