Cheng Han knew full well that he was merely a Mystic Master. Having suddenly ascended to such an eye-catching position, it was inevitable that some people would feel unconvinced.
There was nothing strange about that.
The generals of every war zone were all Mystic Supervisor-level powerhouses. How could they truly submit to a Mystic Master? When Water Lotus had just been introducing the situation,
Qiu Qiguang, the general of the Northern An War Zone, had been the first to step forward with a question. On the surface, he had merely been discussing the matter at hand, but there had also been a subtle hint of targeting.
However, he was a very cautious old fox, so his question had been asked without leaving any trace.
Although Cheng Han could barely intimidate them for the moment with the ruthless means of "killing two Mystic Masters in succession,"
it was easy to imagine that such an effect would never last long against a group of crafty Mystic Supervisors.
The only solution was to produce truly outstanding achievements that left everyone speechless.
And uncovering the conspiracy of the Three Great Sea Races before Ghost Wind was launched by the White Squid Race was one such outstanding achievement.
However,
that was not enough.
At this moment,
inside the Council Hall.
"It does indeed appear to be Ghost Wind!"
Qiu Qiguang casually finished this pointless remark, signaling that this small test had been deftly defused.
The hall fell silent for a moment.
No more troublemakers dared to step forward and make difficulties.
Cheng Han deliberately remained silent for a while, making the atmosphere somewhat heavy before he slowly said, "I already reported the news about Ghost Wind to the God General Zhu Rong in advance. His subordinate acknowledged this war zone's assessment."
Qiu Qiguang's expression stiffened