Qing Chen was indeed a powerful fighter, and he did have military achievements to his name.
But to have him command a million-strong Dao Army and oversee an entire circuit's war effort now-his experience was indeed a little thin, and he could not command everyone's respect.
It involved military formations and logistics, fortune nodes, the grain supply routes of various provinces, sect coordination in defense, the deployment of Immortal Officials... a host of affairs.
Standing to one side, Tie Ce felt somewhat unreconciled, but with two Spirit Venerables speaking in succession, even the head of his household would have had to weigh their words carefully had he been here. All his earlier maneuvering had come to nothing.
After hearing this, Xiao Canglan said nothing more either.
His intention had been to muddy the waters in the first place. If he could stir things up enough to send Qing Chen to the Southern Borderlands, all the better. If not, he still could not let Qing Chen cling to the Iron Household's coattails too easily.
This fellow had somehow obtained the complete Brahma Demon-Refining Art and broken through to the Nascent Soul Late Stage. Could it have been those fools from the Iron Household?
At this point, the situation seemed settled. The two Spirit Venerables carried too much weight, and everyone was simply waiting for the matter to conclude.
Yet after a moment's silence, an indifferent voice came from behind the imperial throne. "What do you think, Master Zhang?"
On the other side, Zhang Taiyue, Grand Secretary of the Cabinet, finally opened his eyes. He understood this emperor's mind all too well.
He also understood that being called upon to speak now meant the emperor was dissatisfied with the current proposal.
He rose and first bowed toward the imperial throne. "Your Majesty,