Marquis Yanyue then told Wang Yi the news.
He kindly advised him to come back next time to compete for a Sumeru World slot.
But Wang Yi did not think much of it. "Aren't there still seven slots?"
Marquis Yanyue looked speechlessly at the slightly plump old man in white. "Do you know how many marquises and kings are competing this time? As far as I know, there are over a dozen kings alone, not to mention all those marquises... Put it this way: of the twelve slots we marquises and kings can decide, five will inevitably be taken by God Kings. A great many marquises and kings will support their candidates, so many people will vote for them. There will not be many votes left over. It would be good enough if three hundred remained."
"And those marquises and kings know full well that they cannot compete with the God Kings, so they will set their sights on the remaining slots and seek the support of other neutral marquises and kings."
"Three hundred votes, seven slots. That means you need at least thirty votes for a chance at one slot. But even with the five votes the Tianyu Family gives you, you are still short twenty-five. How are you supposed to compete with those marquises and kings with vast networks of connections?" Marquis Yanyue said.
Wang Yi smiled. "We will only know if we try." If he could not move them, then the price simply was not high enough. He would not easily give up this chance to enter the Sumeru World.
"Then give it a try." Marquis Yanyue shook his head. He truly did not think highly of Wang Yi's chances.
Wang Yi suddenly said, "Those kings probably do not need to enter the Sumeru World themselves, right?"