Before long, Fang Qianyuan discovered that his residence had become as bustling as a marketplace.
Spirit Tamers arrived from every direction, in batch after batch and group after group, to pay their respects to him, a newly promoted Probationary Grand Elder.
Some had heard of his promotion a while ago but had not made it in time to congratulate him.
Others were well informed and knew he might take charge of the newly established Warrior Administration, shouldering the vital responsibility of overseeing the sect's military forces.
Most had come bearing congratulatory gifts, angling for posts and appointments.
The Warrior Administration had more than just the position of Commander-in-Chief in charge of its forces. There were also numerous legion commanders, posts in its various halls and branch headquarters, and even duties within individual halls.
Fang Qianyuan was a newly appointed Probationary Grand Elder. Even if he placed all his trusted confidants within it, how many positions could he fill?
Wouldn't all the remaining vacancies go to the scions of other families?
When Fang Qianyuan thought it over afterward, he found it somewhat laughable. Perhaps this was another important reason he had been able to take over the position so smoothly. The Sect Master had simply felt too awkward to spell it out.
But this was a crucial step in his transformation from a powerful cultivator into a towering figure. Whether he liked it or not, worldly troubles and the intricacies of human relations would come one after another.
I truly have no patience for this. All I want is to pursue cultivation and seek the Dao, transcending the mundane world!
Unfortunately, transcendence without a foundation amounts to nothing more than the life of a rogue cultivator-seemingly carefree and unfettered, but actually impoverished and down on his luck.
*Without even a foundation,