Chapter 3968 — The New Order of Yingxin Pavilion
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Never mind what the future might hold for Lu Bianren—as things stood, he was already the second senior brother and steward of Qingyun Pavilion, and there was naturally no question of him returning to Yingxin Pavilion.
And apart from him, there was for the moment no suitable candidate who could satisfy all parties, so the seat of the Third Pavilion Master of Yingxin Pavilion was left temporarily vacant.
In addition, the other position left empty by Meng Jueming's death—that of the chief senior brother and steward of the Qingyun Pavilion newcomers—was finally settled: the successor was Senior Brother Kubi.
There had never really been any suspense about this. Senior Brother Kubi had served for years as the second senior brother and steward of the Qingyun Pavilion newcomers under Meng Jueming; his credentials were sufficient, and he had now broken through to the peak of the early Foundation Establishment stage, so his strength was sufficient as well.
More crucially, among the Qingyun Pavilion newcomers, Wei Zhao's faction was now unquestionably the sole dominant power—something no one could prevent.
Anyone who wished to sit securely in that seat had to have Wei Zhao's approval, and the only man who could win Wei Zhao's approval was, naturally, Senior Brother Kubi.
The higher-ups had little interest in a position at such a low level; their priority was stability, and so Senior Brother Kubi's appointment went off without a hitch from beginning to end.
That, however, left Senior Brother Kubi's former post—second senior brother and steward of the Qingyun Pavilion newcomers—vacant in turn, and like the seat of the Third Pavilion Master, it hung unresolved for a long while.
Had Wei Zhao wanted it, the position would likely have fallen into his hands in a matter of minutes. Unfortunately, he did not think much of a mere steward of newcomers; it could have been delivered to his door and he still would have refused it.
And if Wei Zhao did not want it, then his subordinates Xiao Che and Qiao Hongcai wanted it even less—after all, what sense would it make for the underling to become the leading steward senior brother?
As for Meng Zhou and his crowd, they did harbor some thoughts on the matter. Unfortunately, now that they had lost Meng Jueming, their protective umbrella, they were hard-pressed even to keep themselves safe under Wei Zhao's threat; this sort of thing could amount to no more than daydreaming.
It was Murong Zhen, rather, whose mind began to stir—she had just recently attached herself to Kang Jingming, after all!
"Senior Brother Ku, how are things?" The group had gathered once again, and Wei Zhao spoke up. What he was asking about, naturally, was how matters stood after Senior Brother Kubi took up the post of chief senior brother and steward of the newcomers.
"Quite good, actually! Now that Meng Jueming has fallen, and with your influence, Junior Brother Lin, everyone apart from a handful of newcomers has come over to our side of their own accord—the situation looks excellent!" Senior Brother Kubi, an honest man, said with rare excitement.
Since Meng Jueming's death, the Qingyun Pavilion newcomers had all been watching and waiting; only when Kubi took the seat of chief senior brother and steward of the newcomers did they finally make their choice. After Zha Wu was the first to defect of his own accord, the other Qingyun Pavilion newcomers came over one after another. The situation was indeed excellent.
Senior Brother Kubi had toiled in Yingxin Pavilion for so many years, always a meek and put-upon sort, not daring even to squeak when he was wronged—when had he ever enjoyed such a moment of vindication?
For the first time in his life, Senior Brother Kubi felt the dignity of being the chief senior brother and steward of the newcomers. The legendary serf turning over and singing—it was no more than this, and all of it he owed to Wei Zhao.
"A handful? Who exactly?" Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow.