He sighed for himself, because he had no deep-rooted foundation! He had no such power! At the same time, he sighed for Quel'Thalas, because he realized that the Sunstrider family possessed the same almost despair-inducing power. Faced with that invisible force, Yu Lin Bloodhawk felt suffocated.
A foundation! A foundation! This was not something he could build in a short time, even though Yu Lin Bloodhawk had spent considerable time working toward it and drawn on plenty of outside help.
Yet even the War God Temple faced obstacle after obstacle as Old Charlatan tried to spread it through Quel'Thalas. The Royalist Party Faction's interference also made it difficult for him to make headway. Its members were no fools. When anyone threatened their interests, they were more sensitive to it than anyone else.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk had once pinned his hopes on the War God Temple. He had hoped it could use religion to erode the prestige of the royal family and the Silvermoon Council, but judging by the current situation, the temple was still facing considerable obstruction from the royal family and the established nobility.
In truth, the interests threatened by the War God Temple were hardly limited to those of the royal family and the Silvermoon Council. As its struggle for believers weakened their influence, it would inevitably threaten the interests of other established nobles as well.
When Lirath Windrunner had said earlier that he had never heard anyone preaching about the War God, Yu Lin Bloodhawk had still been looking for excuses. But the matter of the Kingdom of Stormwind Restoration Corps brought him to his senses, and he understood Old Charlatan's difficulties.
After spending a few days on the Seaside Plain, Yu Lin Bloodhawk received a letter delivered by a Wildhammer Dwarf Gryphon Rider from Aerie Peak.