Time passed, and the day of the decision at the end of the month drew ever closer.
Fang Qianyuan received another piece of unfavorable news from Yu Shixian: most members of the Elders' Council had already been persuaded and were considering holding another vote.
The Black Wolf King did not actually have the ability to persuade so many Grand Elders at once, but with Fang Qianyuan's authority in danger of being hollowed out, the Elders' Council could not support him unconditionally.
To maintain its prestige, the Elders' Council could only ever stand on the correct side.
Sometimes, it would severely chastise challengers like the Black Wolf King who flouted the rules. At other times, it could only yield, compromise, and seek to settle accounts after the harvest-or simply let them do as they pleased.
Forcing a decision through, only to be slapped hard in the face by reality and left unable to climb down gracefully, was not the Elders' Council's way.
"This is what a sect is! Before, you were a True Disciple, then a newly promoted elder, and had never been involved this deeply. But now you are a member of the Elders' Council yourself, with the chance to personally take part in the struggles between these towering figures."
"A sect does not belong to one person or one household, and those within it are often far from united. In the end, we must seek common ground while preserving our differences..."
"As for who gains the upper hand and who compromises and yields, that depends on each person's abilities."
"This time, your youth and lack of foundations have cost you. Given time, that will surely change. But if you truly do lose, do not harbor resentment. Remember this defeat, and exact repayment another day."
Yu Shixian seemed helpless in