Before Haotian could make any response, Bei Ming's phantom quietly dispersed.
Immortal light still flowed through the hall, and though the bells and chimes were silent, Haotian felt a faint chill run down his spine.
Han Chi was merely at the Quasi-Saint Early Stage. Bei Ming had long anticipated that if he were allowed to bargain with Haotian face-to-face over the allocation of orthodox divine positions, he would ultimately suffer a loss.
What the Heavenly Court lacked most right now was manpower.
The Literary Sect disciples who had come over would certainly receive orthodox divine positions to ensure the Heavenly Court's operations.
But as the Heavenly Emperor, if Haotian did not wish to be reduced completely to a puppet, he had to show sufficient toughness when facing Han Chi. He could not simply comply with whatever the other party said.
It was not unreasonable to let Han Chi suffer a few setbacks in this matter and gain some experience.
Yet divine positions came in different ranks and qualities, and this concerned the future prospects of those one hundred and twenty-one Literary Sect disciples.
Since these disciples were willing to cooperate with Bei Ming's plans, relinquish their broader freedom, and voluntarily take up positions in the Heavenly Court;
Bei Ming would naturally provide them with corresponding guarantees.
To him, it was nothing more than a simple gesture.
Besides, the Heavenly Court's divine positions had no true competitors at the moment.
As long as the disciples themselves could bear the positions, they could take office as a matter of course.
Seizing the first opportunity and securing the finest divine posts—this was the best possible time.
Haotian's expression stiffened slightly. How could he fail to understand Bei Ming's true meaning?
What "troubling you to look after them"? It was clearly a threat directed