The Wolf Lord swept his gaze over the crowd, a hint of iron-blooded resolve in his eyes. "I know you don't understand, but this is my decision. If anyone objects, step forward now."
No one dared to step forward. The Wolf Lord's lingering authority still blanketed the entire Sirius Empire.
Tuoba Hong clenched his teeth, but in the end, under his father's pressure, lowered his head and forced out through gritted teeth, "Un... Uncle Lin."
Tuoba Ying and Tuoba Xiong exchanged a look and lowered their heads as well. "Uncle Lin."
Their voices carried a trace of unwillingness and hostility, but compelled by the Wolf Lord's pressure, they still said it.
This guy, who looked even younger than them, had somehow become their elder. No matter how they thought about it, it felt awkward. Tuoba Hong even secretly swore that one day, he would get even.
Lin Ming did not care in the slightest. Why would he care about the hostility of the weak? As long as they did not get in his way, it was fine.
He openly followed the Wolf Lord into the imperial palace, his steps calm and unhurried, as if this place had always been his territory.
As he walked, he surveyed the surrounding buildings and privately marveled at the Sirius Empire's truly profound foundations.
The palace buildings were grand and majestic. Every brick and stone exuded an ancient aura, clearly tempered by countless years.
For a time, the palace became lively once more. Servants bustled about preparing a banquet to welcome the newly appointed Grand General Protector of the Nation.
At the banquet, cups passed back and forth, but the atmosphere was somewhat subtle. Though the generals did not dare say it aloud, their gazes toward Lin Ming still carried traces of hostility and confusion.