Lu PingAn's power was clearly centered around himself.
This was similar to many major companies with forceful bosses. When a first-generation leader was too dominant, a small group would clearly rule over a larger one. There was nothing inherently wrong with that. First-generation leaders and those around them were often shrewd and capable, and relative centralization instead improved administrative efficiency and decision-making speed.
Problems usually arose with the second and third generations, when powers from all sides became entangled and affected overall operations.
But for an "Immortal" like Lu PingAn, this was even less of a problem. On the contrary, it was a good thing—though it made things somewhat difficult for young elites aspiring to enter the "Inner Circle."
"That's about it. Mu Mu, keep a closer eye on the Tree Dragon territory. I don't want to hear any more reports about farmland and Factories being destroyed."
"Things are looking good on Little Flame's side. There's no need to stop expanding the army, but talk to Ajiu. Your legion needs a stable mortal species as its core. It wouldn't be bad for the Burning Legion to have more intelligent hoofed and horned creatures as mid- and high-ranking commanders."
Though he was making jokes no one else understood, Lu PingAn knew that Little Flame and Ajiu understood what he meant.
In truth, Lu Mouren had always hoped to mass-produce an "energy-state," "elemental-state" breed of elemental Orcs, but neither of the two subordinate gods had succeeded.
Lu PingAn's "family banquet" was not an ordinary work report, yet it remained the highest-level forum for communication and coordination within the entire faction. Catherine, who had been permitted to attend, took notes at a frantic pace every time. The "banquet minutes" might very well become the development blueprint for the coming years.
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