A lot had happened since the war began. Take the Cyan Cloud Sect's position, for instance. At first, they leaned toward the Extreme Dao, but in the end, they sided with Lin Jinghao.
A leader needed prestige. While background and personal strength could grant some, that was far from enough. At best, it made you a boss, not a true leader.
A leader inspired followers to believe, to be willing to lay down their lives for a common cause. A boss, on the other hand, relied on threats and bribes—a lesser path.
Jii Wanli had always wanted to be a leader. He had made it his goal for the past decade, deliberately cultivating that kind of atmosphere around himself.
But what was the result?
Leadership was an effortless quality. Wang Meng had it. Mingren had it. Even Lin Jinghao had managed to attract a following. In the end, he was the only one who couldn't.
'How many people in the Extreme Dao Castle are here for personal gain?'
