Thunder boomed as summer lightning flashed. When wind and rain once again visited Profound Candle Prefecture, the Silver Blood Society was also beset by storms.
The Mental Sea was peaceful. Ting Gu's black will had been compressed into a tiny corner, while countless thoughts surged turbulently.
The Mental Sea best embodied the saying, "Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it." When everyone felt uneasy and desperately needed a peerless hero riding on rainbow clouds to save the world, they could easily accept Ting Gu's forceful rule.
However, when Ting Gu wanted to randomly choose some lucky passerby to take the blame, everyone immediately dragged him down in the Mental Sea, and all of them regained their senses.
That was the law of the Mental Sea: the people were not led by the strongest elites or by gathered organizations, but by opinion leaders who could respond to the desires in most people's hearts.
Being right was meaningless. Only by allowing the majority to gain benefits could one gain support.
In a sense, the Mental Sea might have been the most basic and efficient form of democracy.
Ting Gu was in no hurry. He leisurely began absorbing the black haze, quietly waiting for a victim... no, for a volunteer to appear.
Yet after only a moment, no ambitious man volunteered to stand up. Instead, everyone's eyes turned toward the influential figures at the first table.
The meeting hall was divided into four tables, with twenty-two people at each. Those seated at the first table were the "Silver Blood elite," the top twenty-two merchants in the association. These merchants quickly figured it out. They were greedy, certainly, but they also considered what they could obtain. A position like president of the Silver Blood Society was simply beyond their reach.