In the front hall, a Spirit Tamer draped in a dark red cloak sat quietly awaiting Fang Qianyuan's arrival, his entire body seeming to lie hidden in shadow.
This Spirit Tamer was Yan Wenshan, formerly of the Warrior Hall, who had since been reassigned to the newly established Division Courtyard.
His face was pale, and thick, long hair hanging over his forehead concealed his right eye. His expression was somewhat sinister, but within this Hall, which represented the highest authority of the newly established Division Courtyard, he behaved with perfect propriety, not daring to step out of line.
The Warriors who had refused discipline and sought to challenge the sect's order were either dead or had fled. Those who remained either genuinely supported the sect and the Elders' Council or had had their ambitions shattered and their defiance worn away. For the time being, they were unlikely to cause any more trouble.
As the saying went, a wise man knew which way the wind blew. With the tide sweeping forward, anyone without the power to defy heaven would never dare stir up wind and waves again single-handedly.
Yan Wenshan had never met Fang Qianyuan, much less learned whether he deserved his respect or even allegiance. But he understood that, as the Grand Commander formally appointed by the sect's Elders' Council and the supreme Commander of every Warrior in the courtyard, Fang Qianyuan represented the sect's authority. Even if he were merely an embroidered pillow-fine on the outside and empty within-Yan Wenshan still could not defy him to his face.
Besides, Fang Qianyuan had an immense reputation. Such great renown could not rest on an empty name; he would certainly be no easy man to deal with.
To avoid creating unnecessary complications, Yan Wenshan had fallen silent upon entering, sitting like