Fan Lang was very satisfied with the choices made by the three faction masters.
This kind of coercion was, of course, far from honorable. It could even be called an evil act.
Fan Lang had long since ceased to be a good person. He might as well go farther and farther down the path of villainy. With so many debts already hanging over him, one more stain on his life made little difference.
For the enormous benefits contained within the Qi Ming, it was worth becoming the bad guy.
"Very good. You know how to recognize the times. I'll give you one day to make preparations. Tomorrow, I'll hold an inauguration ceremony here. From tomorrow onward, I'll officially be the sect master. I broke down your gates earlier, but since I'm now the sect master, I naturally have to consider your interests. I'll help you seal the gates again."
Fan Lang had wielded the stick first, and now he was offering them a sweet date.
This promise was, at least, some small comfort.
Without sufficiently powerful seals, things would become very dangerous. There were simply too many dangers within the Qi Ming.
Fan Lang then left, making good on his word. Before departing, he sealed the gates of both the Fist Faction and the Palm Faction.
Since he had left the seals behind, they were naturally entirely under his control and could be opened whenever he wished.
After he left, the three faction masters gathered together again.
"Are we really going to acknowledge him as the new sect master?"
"What else can we do? Do you think you can defeat him? Even if the three of us join forces, we're no match for him. Resisting would be seeking our own deaths. Since entering this place, he hasn't killed many people,