Sikong Jing's voice crashed like rolling thunder into the ears of every core figure of Willow Leaf Holy Manor.
In an instant, Liu Shizeng's expression changed. Ye Wuyu's expression changed as well. Everyone's expression changed—except Ye Wucan's.
Suddenly, Liu Shizeng shouted heavily, "Heir of the Overlord Soul, aren't you going a little too far?"
Ye Wuyu followed, saying, "Exactly. We admit that you are a peerless genius, and we truly do need to rely on you and the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce, leaving us no choice but to continue our cooperation. But how could you possibly understand Willow Leaf City better than we do?"
The other Willow Leaf people all nodded. It was not as if they could not obey his commands; after all, they needed to... endure, endure, endure!
But how long had Sikong Jing even been in Willow Leaf City? Most of that time, he had still been trapped inside Willow Leaf Holy Manor. For him to claim he would command Willow Leaf Holy Manor—wasn't that a joke?
How much could he possibly know about Willow Leaf Holy Manor's and Willow Leaf City's arrangements?
This was no longer a matter of whether they bore grudges or not. Everyone simply felt that Sikong Jing lacked the ability to command them.
If he gave orders blindly, Willow Leaf Holy Manor could easily be driven to destruction.
Leng Chan and Old Xin secretly frowned as well. They too felt that Sikong Jing might be moving too hastily. Even if he forced Willow Leaf Holy Manor to agree to obey his command, Liu Shizeng and the others would surely remain unconvinced in private, producing the opposite result.
Facing their doubts, Sikong Jing merely smiled and looked to Ye Wucan. "Manor Lord Ye, do you think I'm qualified?"
Hearing this, Ye Wucan