Even if none of the family leaders present had voiced their opposition, Vivian herself had little interest in becoming the "Chairman of the Shadow Council"—a tiresome, thankless position with no real benefits. She knew that the new order of the supernatural faction would inevitably be chaotic at the outset. She knew those mutually suspicious, scheming races would not obediently submit to restraint. She knew many people did not care about a stable, prosperous new life. They only wanted to charge out of the Sanctuary and vent their anger on human society. Some hotheaded fools simply wanted to show off their strength before the "weak" mortals. All those troublesome messes would drive her crazy.
More importantly, Vivian felt she still had greater missions and value by Hao Ren's side—she had to cook, mop the floor, wash Hao Ren's clothes, and change Dodo's water. Her Ladyship the Countess was busy. How could she possibly have time to deal with a question like "the order of the new world"?
But being unwilling to serve as chairman was one thing; having someone point it out was another. Her Ladyship the Countess instantly felt awkward, annoyed, and very much like beating up the disrespectful juniors before her. But after thinking it over, she decided she had to maintain the dignity of an elder, so she merely smiled calmly. "Spare the rod and spoil the child. I haven't disciplined you in several centuries, and now you're getting itchy, are you?"
The representatives hastily denied it, while Vivian magnanimously waved a hand. "Enough. You do have a point. I'm not suitable to be this 'chairman' in any respect. Seniority doesn't mean ability, and I know this isn't my strong suit. You can choose your own candidate, but I think I should still have a special seat in