Xue Yunfeng glanced at Perfect Baldhead's stubborn little silhouette, leaning against the sofa cushions, and sighed inwardly. That was why he had chosen Mo Bi Chenxin as the Heaven-Defying Alliance's next leader.
Only those who had suffered themselves could consider the other families more when the time came to make a decision, rather than acting entirely out of self-interest.
There were quite a few people whose abilities and overall strength rivaled Mo Bi Chenxin's, but they could not learn to understand the feelings of other families.
Those who liked abandoning others would eventually be abandoned by everyone. The Heaven-Defying Alliance he had founded would then become nothing more than some relic people muttered about: "Have you heard of it?"
In fact, most of the family leaders had guessed why he had ultimately chosen Mo Bi Chenxin, and after weighing the pros and cons, they had chosen to go along with the arrangement.
Those who could not even figure that much out did not really have any say.
But no one knew whether these people would cause trouble when the critical moment truly arrived.
That was why Perfect Baldhead, who had always liked spending alliance funds to save money for his own family, chose to pay out of pocket this time.
To a certain extent, Perfect Baldhead and Xue Yunfeng felt the same way... at the very least, they did not want the family and alliance they had painstakingly built to become history right before their eyes.
What happened afterward could be left to fate, but before then, neither of them could bear to let go.
So many years of hard work!
Who could bear to?
Yet in that instant, all the pressure returned to Xue Yunfeng.
In a sense, his Demon Cult should have been called Xue Yunfeng's Guard Corps.