"I'm going into secluded cultivation. I'm entrusting you to take care of everything until I'm finished."
Three years ago, at only fifteen, his father Feng Zhu left him with the entire sect's responsibility on his back. He never spoke to him again after that.
Feng Zhou had to do it all. Meetings, parties, appointments, schedules. His cultivation stalled while he ran around like a mule doing mundane tasks, fulfilling his duty as acting sect master.
It was a thankless job. Worse, it was a profitable thankless job, so many eyes watched the position.
He learned quickly why others were so quick to extend their helping hands. And why his father and grandfather before him decided to have no elder council at all. Councils corrupted the clan. Power spread among many meant weaker leadership, easier to sway. Absolute power meant total control.
And it also meant total loneliness.
