Just then...
The old monk in moon-white robes pressed his palms together, lowering his eyes as though he had entered meditation.
Seated upon the throne, Cheng Buzheng watched the scene before him, having long anticipated it.
When he had devised this framework, he had already taken into account the question of balancing every side's interests.
Adding positions could certainly appease more people, but could the Cultivator Association's finances support it?
That, too, was a major problem.
He sighed inwardly. These cultivators saw only the power and resources that came with positions, yet had never considered the vast ocean of resources required to keep a colossal organization running.
However!
He was not angered because these cultivators wanted to alter the framework. On the contrary, he felt this was a rather good opportunity.
Cheng Buzheng let out a soft sigh, his voice carrying a trace of helplessness.
"Fellow juniors, I had considered your proposal before as well.
"Adding Quotas for deputy hall masters and deputy ministers may appear quite simple..."
At this point, his tone changed as he continued.
"But after reviewing the previous revenues of the three great alliances, then combining them with my projections of the Cultivator Association's future expenditures, the two simply cannot be brought into balance.
"There will be no issue in the short term.
"But given enough time, the Cultivator Association's finances will inevitably reach a deadlock.
"That is why I reduced the Quotas."
This was the truth.
During the era of the three great alliances, each had governed itself, and internal resource drain had been severe.
Now that they were to be integrated into one whole, the initial investment was enormous. If too many positions were established, salary expenditures would become a crushing burden.
Upon hearing this.
A glint flashed through Blood Fiend Devil Lord's eyes.