In the hall of the Left Pulse, the atmosphere was oppressive and silent.
The premature election of a Sect Leader was an enormous blow to the Left Pulse.
Qiao Wenxuan thought for a moment and said, "Father, don't worry. If no one challenges you on the day of the election..."
"Hmph, there are many who want to challenge me, whether from the Right Pulse or the Main Vein. The elders coveting my position as the Left Pulse Sect Leader. I can't even count them all on both hands. They all know my cultivation has been declining..."
Qiao Zheng shook his head, "Wenxuan, you don't need to comfort me. At this time, what we need to do is prepare early. An early election, according to the Elder Council's wishes, is imperative. Our Left Pulse can only await slaughter."
"I, Qiao Zheng, don't really mind, but I'm worried about you all..."
Qiao Zheng looked at Qin Tian, "Especially you, Qin Tian. You've offended too many people, I fear... the new Sect Leader might target you."
