"Hmph, wishful thinking!" Fang Qianyuan snorted coldly.
He had long expected that taking office as Commander-in-Chief would not be so simple, but he had never imagined that Wolf Sage Paradise would also set its sights on this juicy prize.
On reflection, however, it seemed only natural.
The great affairs of a state lay in ritual and war. The same principle applied to a sect.
As a newly established institution controlling the sect's military might, the Warrior Administration fell under the direct jurisdiction of the Elders' Council. Its supreme leader, the Commander-in-Chief, wielded immense authority.
In a mortal kingdom, even if the position was not quite as grand as the "Supreme Marshal of All Armies Under Heaven" in storytellers' tales and operas, he would at least be the nominal supreme military commander.
The Black Wolf King and his companions knew they could not occupy that position themselves, so they could only settle for the next best thing: controlling the real power.
What they relied upon was the connection between their half-demon bloodlines and the warriors.
Fang Qianyuan had to admit that their bloodlines held tremendous seductive power. If they emphasized their demon spirit side, winning over the warriors would be exceedingly easy.
Perhaps the sect would not wish to see such a situation, but even within the Elders' Council, there were different strongholds and factions. He could not be certain whether someone would help them get their way.
If I really am to be stripped of authority and reduced to a puppet with a title but no power, I might as well refuse this position as Commander-in-Chief.
Besides, this was my opportunity to begin with. How could I simply hand it over for nothing?
There were indeed still two weeks before the formal appointment. Fang Qianyuan immediately sought out Yu Shixian