An Zihao thought for a moment, then said, "Indeed, the Alliance Leader is no great saint, but I believe the world needs people like you. Some things can only be accomplished by a formidable hero like you. As they say, compassion does not command armies."
"Yes, exactly. What I intend to achieve is the kind of grand hegemony that no one but me can accomplish!"
Fan Lang was filled with high spirits.
Although he had achieved quite a bit by now, his great undertaking had only just taken shape. He still had a long way to go.
What they had just said was a private discussion among themselves, and the outsiders nearby had not heard it. Fan Lang did not wish to display too much of his ambition.
Leng Li was dead. The dust had settled, and everything concerning him had come to an end.
His death was neither a major nor minor matter. Once word spread, it stirred up some turmoil. After all, he had lived for over a hundred thousand years and had countless friends, relatives, and a vast network of connections.
That network was shaken, setting off a chain reaction. Some condemned Fan Lang, some denounced him, and some questioned why Leng Li had been executed...
The uproar was not insignificant, but it failed to shake Fan Lang. At most, it was a breeze brushing past his face.
Fan Lang was currently the Aurora God Emperor's favored man and had just rendered unprecedented merit. He was not so easily shaken.
Fan Lang did not take these disturbances to heart and continued acting as he pleased, carrying out his various plans.
There were three matters he had to handle personally next.
First, he had to deal with the various military affairs involved in assuming the post of grand