Nezha froze instantly, sinking deep into thought.
Clearly, this had never occurred to him before. Only after hearing Yang Jian's explanation did he finally calm down completely.
Meanwhile, Yang Jian barely managed a sigh of relief once he saw Nezha settle down.
To be honest, Yang Jian had never intended anything of the sort.
After all, his Heaven-Slaying campaign had never truly been about taking the position of ruler of the Three Realms, so naturally, he did not really care.
Thus, Yang Jian had never considered finding himself a team to administer the Three Realms. Even now, he had never thought about assembling a staff of his own.
The reason was simple.
His Heaven-Slaying campaign was fundamentally for himself, but even more importantly, it served his Master Tongtian's plan.
He would soon turn his sword toward the Buddhist School. Where would he find the time to handle the affairs of the Three Realms?
Since he did not care about building up his own forces, he could simply leave the existing personnel in charge of their respective territories. His next priority would be the Buddhist School.
What he had just said was essentially meant to shut Nezha up.
After all, without a better explanation, Nezha might very well fly into a rage.
Although Yang Jian had made his earlier decision for Nezha's safety, he could not say that outright. Otherwise, Nezha would tear his robe and sever their brotherly bond in a heartbeat.
Since that was the case, he would leave it at that.
Although he had never considered any of this before, he was still willing to arrange somewhat better positions for those people out of regard for Nezha, even if they had not helped him during the Heaven-Slaying campaign.
Ah!
At that thought, Yang Jian could not help sighing.