Baize's death threw the Demon Race's governance and coordination into some disarray. After all, no one had expected anything to happen to their chancellor.
But with the Demon Emperor presiding over the world, there was no unrest within the Demon Race.
Within the Demon Court, however, the ministers were eager to make their moves, currents surging beneath the surface.
Although Baize had been their colleague, the head of all officials, their superior and fellow minister.
Although his death made them grieve for one of their own, they also had designs on the chancellorship.
That position stood beneath the Demon Emperor and above all demons!
Jiang Yang also intended to select a minister from the Demon Race and promote him to chancellor to assist him in handling their affairs of state.
And so.
One day, he summoned his ministers for an audience at the Zhou Mountain Royal Court and asked their views on the matter of the Southern Wilderness.
Most of the ministers had just one word: "Fight!"
"The glory of the Demon Race cannot suffer insults from petty villains! My emperor, I believe we should muster half the Demon Kingdom's troops and march against the Southern Wilderness!"
"To dare ambush and kill our chancellor-they clearly hold our Demon Race in contempt!"
"The Nine-Headed Serpent Clan of the Southern Wilderness and its chief, the nine-headed Xiangliu, have laid their towering ambitions bare for all to see. We must exterminate their clan and cut off their bloodline!"
"The might of the Demon Race shines resplendent throughout the universe. The Nine-Headed Serpent Clan has openly provoked us. I volunteer to lead a great army south and destroy them!"
"..."
The ministers bristled with aggression, the pride of the Demon Race buried deep in their hearts.
This left Jiang Yang both gratified and helpless.