"Alright, Little Mu, there's nothing for you to do here anymore. Go take care of your other business. As the master of a sect, the burden on your shoulders isn't light."
Burning Mountain True Monarch waved Mu Taiyu off as he spoke.
"This junior will take his leave."
Mu Taiyu cupped his fists in farewell, but inside, he was weeping rivers. Everyone in the world thought he held a lofty position and wielded great authority.
In reality, there were times when he did indeed look infinitely glorious in the eyes of outsiders, but more often than not, even the sect's trivial scraps and squabbles had to be mediated by him.
Take that incident from before. Hadn't that fellow Liǔ Yán nearly been beaten to death by Burning Mountain True Monarch?
If Mu Taiyu hadn't spoken up and persuaded Burning Mountain True Monarch, Liǔ Yán would already have been lying flat on a plank by now.
That aside.
Just consider the chain reaction caused by Liǔ Yán getting beaten by Burning Mountain True Monarch.
Those mountain lords who were usually arrogant and high-profile saw Liǔ Yán get thoroughly thrashed by Burning Mountain True Monarch. They all claimed they were going out to have fun, but in reality, they hurried back to enter secluded cultivation, terrified that one day their own old ancestor would emerge from the Supreme Hall and beat them without a word, then ask about their cultivation.
And after the beating, that would be the end of it. What they feared was ending up like Burning Mountain True Monarch, who, after beating someone, would sigh sorrowfully and deliver a soul-crushing line: "So my descendant really is this useless..."
The result was that, in such a vast Dao Tian Sect, many matters that kept the sect running had landed on