Elder Blood Vigor sneered.
"What war comes without risks? If you don't dare fight, you might as well go home and cradle a baby."
"You!"
Qingyunzi slapped the table and rose to his feet.
Seeing the two about to quarrel, Elder Bai Xuan hurried to smooth things over.
"Please, calm down. We're all working toward the great cause of resisting the horrors. Why spoil our harmony?"
"If we disagree on tactics, we can discuss them at leisure."
Though he offered words of conciliation, he was also working his own abacus in his heart.
Qingqiu wanted stability along its borders. It neither wished to lose troops through a reckless advance nor wanted the Blood Fiend Devil Abyss to monopolize the spoils.
For a time, the Council Hall dissolved into a clamor.
The three factions each had their own demands, each their own calculations.
After all that arguing, there was only one central question—who would command this allied army?
Whose tactics would they follow, how would the credit be divided, and how would the territory be apportioned?
No one said it outright, but every word betrayed their refusal to accept Su Ming, their young Alliance Leader.
In their eyes, Su Ming had held the Falling Star Starfield through favorable terrain and the Mountain Protection Array.
As for forcing Great Emperor Fury to retreat from Profound Ice City, that was most likely because his prolonged, unsuccessful siege had exhausted him.
When it came to command, seniority, and prestige, Su Ming was still a little green.
Xuanyuan Tian Ji sat to one side, her expression growing darker.
Before the Alliance Leader arrived, these people had all cowered in fear. Now that the situation had stabilized, they had begun fighting over power and profit.
She was just about to argue back when a glance from