His subordinates said, "With the Marshal here, what do we have to fear?"
The people said, "The Marshal is always right. All we need to do is follow his orders."
Xianyu had heard countless remarks like these and seen countless faces filled with trust.
After hearing and seeing so much, even he sometimes felt a little weary.
Xianyu looked at his chosen successor, at the SSR whose gaze was no different from that of his other subordinates, and fell silent.
He did not ask much of his successor on the Xianzhou.
Originally, Xianyu had not intended to stay here very long, nor had he considered the question of a successor.
His plan had been to max out his deterrence, leave the Xianzhou the Heaven-Burning Divine Weapon capable of destroying star systems and the Aether-Phase Engine that could take every Xianzhou native into a higher dimension, then go find the tree.
Once he cleared the game, he would be able to leave without a hitch.
Xianyu subconsciously ignored the possibility of failure, but no matter how much he thought it over, he still could not stop worrying about the Xianzhou and his subordinates.
Although his subordinates were decisive and ruthless, with countless destroyed planets to their names, they still acted as though they could not do without him whenever they were around him.
He had to find a successor and gradually let that person take over the Xianzhou before he left, ensuring a smooth transition.
Xianyu knew full well that talented people were found by chance, not on demand, so he had never expected much to begin with.
Even if the next Marshal was an SSR who fell short of Lan, Xianyu would not mind.
After all, his UR had become an Aeon. If another one came along... he would probably