Hou Niao came out looking gloomy, half an act and half genuine dejection.
This made him understand one truth: before the future of a Daoist lineage, personal feelings had no place.
He was somewhat distracted. He had said everything he needed to say; the rest depended on others. In his century of cultivation, what he hated most was this feeling of having no control over his own circumstances.
Nineteenth Aunt noticed. "What, you didn't get what you wanted?"
Hou Niao shook his head. "No, it just feels like I have strength but nowhere to use it. Maybe I'm just too controlling..."
Nineteenth Aunt curled her lip. "At least you know what you're like. You even want to boss your aunt around! Let me tell you, don't underestimate other people's intelligence. No one got this far by accident. Sometimes letting go is a way forward too."
Hou Niao said, "For example, handing you my purse and letting you buy whatever nonsense you please?"
Seeing the little peacock raise her hand to hit him, he hurried out of reach. "I keep feeling I've missed something, but I don't know exactly where I've slipped up. Take tomorrow's vote-what could I do to get the result I want? It seems utterly impossible."
He had spent several months observing these thirteen Upper Realm Envoys very carefully, and had managed to discern a few things.
In his view, the two True Persons, Xiao and An, were like him in not wanting to side with the Wu Sect's Yuqing. That was certain. The problem was that the two of them carried too little weight!
The remaining ten Daoist lineages certainly each had their leanings. Through covert observation, he could roughly tell that Daoist Zhixuan of Taiqing probably had the most support, at least three or four: Taixuan,