"Besides!
Minister, your strength is formidable, and you handle affairs with utmost reliability.
Favored by the president, you are now taking another step forward, transferred to headquarters to wield great authority—this is only natural!"
The moment his words fell...
The Mortal Cultivators all bowed in congratulations, their voices brimming with flattery and expectation:
"Lord Minister, congratulations on your promotion! Congratulations on your rise!"
"Once you hold a lofty position, my lord, please do not forget us old subordinates who have followed you. We hope you will look after us generously in the future!"
For a time, Praise and congratulations rose one after another, and the atmosphere in the Startling Wind Immortal City camp reached a fever pitch.
Faced with everyone's congratulations, the Minister of the Startling Wind Immortal City Supervision Department smiled even more broadly.
Yet he still waved his hand, speaking in a modest tone with a trace of deliberately affected indifference:
"Fellow young friends, do not praise me so highly.
This minister merely happened to win the president's favor. I was simply lucky.
Moreover, this is not a formal appointment. The president merely issued a temporary order for this minister to take concurrent responsibility for matters at headquarters and serve in the position for the time being.
Whether I can officially advance and have my post confirmed will still depend on my achievements on the battlefield afterward.
Everything will be decided by military merit.
It is still too early to speak of such things."
As soon as these words came out, The Golden Core Mortal Cultivators gathered around him immediately looked puzzled. They looked at one another and began asking:
"Military merit?
Lord Minister, what do you mean by that?
Could it be that the president issued a campaign order at this meeting?"
"Is this not simply about