Hou Niao was deeply grateful, because he knew it would be inappropriate for him to explain things to the surrounding traditions himself.
He was the leader of a sect. In negotiations, he ought to be the one who signed at the end, not the one who stripped to the waist and traded verbal blows with others. If he stepped in and they failed to reach an agreement, there would be no room left to maneuver.
If someone else handled it, at the very least they could say, "This falls outside my authority. I need to go back and discuss it with the sect leader," and so forth.
Moreover, his cultivation realm was a serious weakness. It was difficult to make others treat him as a complete equal.
Watching Wei True Person's departing figure, he felt warmth from his tradition for the first time in the hundred-odd years since he had joined the sect. After so many years, it truly had not come easily.
At the same time, he gained some understanding. There was too much he did not know within the mists concealed behind history. The people he most needed to thank for his eventual rise to this position were actually these old True Persons.
Although they had never stepped forward to support him openly, stood behind him, or waved banners and shouted on his behalf, their silence and forbearance had been the most important guarantee of his success.
At least, that was true of most of them.
Looking at it another way, never mind Jinxiu's great traditions and powerful factions-even in those tiny countries, who had ever heard of a Golden Core cultivator bypassing Nascent Soul cultivators to take control of a tradition? Even with the descent of powers from beyond their world and the shifting cultivation landscape, things