That very day, Fumu returned to the Beast God Elder Council with Ming.
She then proposed restoring Ming to all her former posts.
As expected, the proposal was rejected.
Fumu had no choice but to settle for less. She arranged a position for Ming like that of an assistant, keeping her by her side.
Most of the elders still had their reservations, but they remembered Ming's persistence in communicating with the Beast God. And now that the Beast God had truly awakened, they no longer opposed Fumu's arrangement.
Fumu then announced that the meeting was adjourned. They would discuss how to deal with the Human Race once the Beast God's divine decree came down.
None of the elders of the Beast God Elder Council objected.
Late that night.
In the stillness of the starry sky, a grand, stately room, decorated without any hint of extravagance, lay immersed in dim blue light.
At the center of the broad bed, thick silk sheets were soft as moonlight, surrounded by fluffy down pillows.
The bold, rugged lines on the walls and canvases blurred in the night. Faintly, golden frames shimmered with a weak glow.
Fumu stood by the window, gazing at the stars, her heart heavy with worry.
Although she was now nominally the highest leader of the Beast God Race, the various factions kept one another in check, leaving her with little she could actually do.
Moreover, having lost the support of her former Human Race compatriots, it was anyone's guess whether she could hold on to her position as Grand Elder.
What frustrated her even more was that some of the elders eyeing her position might be Human Race compatriots themselves.
Sigh...
She let out a soft sigh, feeling utterly helpless.
Knock, knock!
A knock came at the door.
"Grand Elder,