Senior Li, a Third-Year Student
Just as the Dean of the Academy would die if they were not strong enough.
The heir of a conglomerate would also die if they were not strong enough.
The flap of Wang Wen's butterfly wings had caused the future tide of events to shift ahead of schedule. Everyone began to realize that climbing the tower should not be a job for those beneath them.
As the waves washed away the sand, the old model of using vast resources to train "outsiders" would gradually vanish under the conscious or unconscious control of the public.
A group's resources would no longer be scattered among "outsiders." They ought to be concentrated on "their own people."
The higher the status of one's "own people," the more they needed strength to match it.
The height of the person at the helm was the true height of every major conglomerate.
When selecting heirs in the future, they would certainly place greater importance on each candidate's aptitude for climbing the tower.
Once one was chosen, no matter how dull-witted that heir might be, all resources had to be gathered and piled onto them, raising them as high as possible.
Only after they had eaten their fill would it be the turn of those below.
Just like the ancient sects: the head of a sect certainly possessed the highest authority and the greatest share of its resources. Cultivation manuals, secret arts, spiritual pills, and miraculous medicines all went to them first.
Only what they left behind would be distributed by rank among the elders, disciples, and others.
It was as if the death of Tiansheng Group's young master had jolted the world awake, sending it toward the jungle law of strength above all else.
One conglomerate after another swiftly shifted into the