Fang Qianyuan now felt like a clever cook unable to make a meal without rice. Though he wanted to slay the enemy, he had to put the bigger picture first and continue holding his position within the city, rather than rashly risk a sortie.
At its root, the problem was that the sect was dealing with the Warrior mutiny, leaving far less support available for this front.
The Warriors' refusal to obey orders meant more than simply losing their assistance. Troops also had to be diverted to guard against and deal with them. How could the sect possibly free its hands to provide full support?
Fang Qianyuan himself was a newly risen powerhouse, and the weakness of his insufficient forces was beginning to show. To avoid putting his Personal Guards and friends at risk, he could only take a conservative approach.
In the Council Hall of the City Lord's Mansion, Fang Qianyuan sat in the seat of honor with an impassive expression that made everyone's heart quail.
Though they did not know what he was thinking, they could vaguely sense that he was in poor spirits, seemingly dissatisfied with the current situation.
Fortunately, Fang Qianyuan finally broke the silence.
He looked around at everyone's varied expressions and asked, "Fellow cultivators, does anyone have a sound plan for defeating the enemy?"
"Commander, the enemy is powerful, and that giant war beast is especially difficult to handle. We should make slaying that brute our priority!" Shang Yi suggested after some thought.
"No. The giant beast is difficult to handle, but the experts from Central Province are harder still. We could send skilled fighters to assassinate its handlers," Ma Su countered.
"I've heard that the people of the Beast Taming Hall control the giant beast through a Secret Art. If we make it