As mentioned earlier, Ye Ting was still too young in the eyes of Dalaran's people.
Although he possessed legendary-level strength, the other councilors were legendary as well. In their eyes, any member of the Council of Six was more suited than Ye Ting to serve as acting chairman.
Although he had once achieved tremendous feats and wielded great academic influence, that was only in the past.
Naturally, the older generation knew just how remarkable Ye Ting had once been.
But what about the new generation that had emerged after the war?
Sorry, but who the hell was Sandor Liver? They did not know him!
When a person left, the tea went cold. That had always been human nature.
Yet at this moment, Dalaran's younger generation had temporarily forgotten one fact.
Although each generation replaced the last, Dalaran was still in the hands of the older generation.
Especially among those above the rank of archmage, most of Dalaran's core figures were between forty and sixty years old. During the Orc War, they had been between twenty and forty.
Twenty to forty was precisely the age when most mages formally completed their training and began their own lives and careers.
The Orc War had been a major event they had all experienced together.
Most of them had participated in that war of all humanity, and had served under Ye Ting, who had been the Alliance's deputy commander at the time.
They had taken immense pride in that man—a mage who had led vast armies across the battlefield and won every battle he fought.
Even though they had not seen him for many years, those old subordinates still retained their most basic recognition of Ye Ting.
When Lord Sandor was sweeping across the continent and beating the Orcs until they howled, you little