The contact person's words made perfect sense, but Bifur did not like hearing them.
If he put himself in the shoes of a powerhouse with the bearing of a Great Monarch, it naturally felt entirely different.
Yet over the years, aside from some polite compliments offered to his face, no channel of information had given him any corresponding feedback.
On the contrary, those channels were filled with mockery, especially regarding the Sky Ladder Eleventh Tier assessment he had worked so hard to complete. The general opinion of it was not favorable.
In the eyes of the public, a naturally progressive assessment of Sky Ladder eighth order or ninth order was already enough. Beyond that, the evaluations were complicated and inefficient. If a true powerhouse possessed the bearing of a Great Monarch, would they not be better off using that spare time to directly challenge the Great Monarch rank?
Of course, that was a prejudice. But when it fell upon Bifur, he did not have the courage to argue against it.
For quite a long period, he really had been mired in mundane affairs, chasing fame and profit—the public's prejudice seemed as though it had been drawn directly from him.
Now that he wished to strive for greater heights, he had to confront that assessment head-on and erase, through his actions, both the judgment imposed upon him and the reality it reflected...
But did he truly possess that ability? If he did, he would not have gone to such lengths to scheme, collude with the Initial Awakening Society, and rack his brains to profit from war for his own gain.
But, but—being able to seek resources from many sides was an ability too. In the end, the Great Monarch rank was still piled up with resources.
Bifur had to think that