Just then, a middle-aged councilor in a cyan robe with a stern face abruptly rose to his feet. He was a staunch vassal of the Thousand Ancient Family.
He frowned deeply, stepped forward, and said forcefully,
"Pagoda Master, this concerns the Spirit Pagoda's centuries of heritage and foundation. How can it be handled so rashly and frivolously? The Spirit Pagoda was founded jointly by the ancestors of the Qiangu Family and many sages. How can its core authority be so easily handed over to an outsider? I am the first to object!"
"I object as well!"
Another elder who supported the Thousand Ancient Family immediately stood to voice his stance, his voice agitated.
"Deputy Tower Master Leng is certainly outstanding, but she is not of the Qiangu bloodline. How can she be entrusted with the Spirit Pagoda's core secrets and supreme authority? This violates the ancestral rules!"
With those two taking the lead, the elders and directors in the council hall who were attached to the Thousand Ancient Family, or who were conservative in their thinking and unwilling to see the power structure undergo such drastic change, also spoke out in opposition. Their voices grew louder and louder as arguments erupted without end. The atmosphere instantly became tense and confrontational, as though the slightest disagreement would split the whole organization apart.
Qiangu Dongfeng looked at the chaos below, at their attempts to make one final struggle. A complicated emotion flashed through his eyes—bitterness, helplessness, and even a trace of mockery.
Their opposition was meaningless before absolute power, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Lu Jun's strength was enough to crush all rules and dissenting voices.
The only thing he could do now—and had to do—was complete the transfer of power as quickly as possible and prevent an even