Each with their own calculations

At Bian Rang's words, Murong Yi, Cheng Wei, and the other elders supporting Meng Qingshan all turned nervous gazes toward him.

Their feelings were conflicted. They did not want to defy King Wuhuan and sour relations, yet they hoped Meng Qingshan would refuse rather than let all their efforts go to waste.

For a moment, the atmosphere grew strange and heavy. Almost everyone watched Meng Qingshan, waiting for his decision!

"I thank my lord for his great favor!"

Meng Qingshan's expression shifted several times as he hesitated. Finally, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and he respectfully raised both hands as he answered.

In fact, before returning to headquarters, Meng Qingshan had done everything he could to distinguish himself before King Wuhuan. He had hoped to win the king's favor and build a glorious career, dreaming of becoming a marquis or minister. But King Wuhuan had always treated him as a disciple of the Righteous Mohists, overlooking him rather than giving him command of troops!

Although Meng Qingshan regretted losing his eligibility to compete for the position of Grandmaster, he felt little resentment. After all, he had gained a colonel's commission, bringing him another step closer to the glorious career he envisioned.

A man ought to ride across the battlefield with a saber in hand and contend for the world, not spend his life drifting through the martial underworld!

A loss might prove a blessing in disguise. This was precisely such a case!

"Ah..."

Seeing that Meng Qingshan had ultimately accepted, whether because he preferred a colonel's post or simply because of his temperament,

the elders who had supported his bid for Grandmaster could only sigh inwardly. With such a disposition and such ambitions, he really was unsuited to lead the Righteous Mohists!

"Colonel Meng, you truly are a