"First of all, a snake without a head cannot move. Since the Eight Great Clans are forming an alliance, they need a leader to guide it. The way you've all been acting independently has been far too inefficient," Hodan said.
"Of course, the position of alliance leader belongs to you, Mr. Hodan. Who else could lead us?" Clan Chief Wenna flattered him.
"Exactly, exactly. With Mr. Hodan leading us, none of us would ever object," the other clan chiefs chimed in.
"Enough." Hodan waved his hand. "I'm not interested in the position."
"This..." The clan chiefs looked at one another, then fell silent, uncertain what Hodan meant.
"I don't have time to deal with your clans' affairs. The alliance leader will be chosen from among the eight clan chiefs. Each term will last ten thousand years, and you'll take turns. As for decisions, they'll only be implemented if more than half of the elders and those above them agree. That's fair to everyone and should prevent problems. After all, one person can't think of everything."
When the clan chiefs heard that the position of alliance leader would go to one of them, they were delighted. At their level of cultivation, they had little left to pursue, especially when it was unclear whether they would ever have a chance to become Paragons. Power and wealth were their greatest ambitions.
Since Hodan had made it clear he wouldn't interfere in the clans' affairs, they would have to fight for their own clans' interests. Although they were now allies, each of them had their own agenda. Hodan didn't want to concern himself with that, and there was nothing he could do about it anyway.
"I'll establish another rule here: members of the Eight Great Clans are forbidden from using their clans' names to