Out of the simple thought that when others gave him face, he should accept it.
Added to that, Wang Yu only needed this title as a bargaining chip to deepen the weight of his own status, so the one he chose was the last seat among the Zuoqiu Clan's four.
A Peak Core Formation cultivator named Zuoqiu Bo.
He was around six hundred years old and still had a chance to contend for Nascent Soul, but without the aid of a Breakthrough Spirit Item, the success rate was too low to be heard of.
Often, among several thousand Peak Core Formation cultivators qualified to assault Nascent Soul, the birth of a few Nascent Souls was already a matter worthy of burning high incense.
The overwhelming majority of beings could not break through by relying on themselves alone.
Among them.
Luck was also a link that could not be ignored.
Most of the newly born Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Nine Peaks came from within the Elder Council, especially the top three ranked elders. Not only were they strong, the resources they controlled were also considerable.
Every so often, they could add a measure of foundation to the sect—proper old-ancestor "cradles."
What Wang Yu had his eye on was the Seventh Elder's position.
First, they would come to discuss it with him, then summon the other eleven elders to serve as witnesses, and this matter would count as settled. As for Cold Blood Mountain Lord's side, even if he wanted to interfere, he could not.
After all, this was a share voluntarily yielded from within the Zuoqiu Clan.
There was simply no standing from which to stop it.
The two arrived outside Zuoqiu Bo's Cave Abode and touched the restriction wind chime at the entrance. The man soon walked out from