Yun Ting: I'm Not in a Hurry to Canvass for Votes

Zhao Gongming was instantly dumbfounded upon hearing this. He thought, This... Senior Brother Yun Ting isn't going to skip the voting and just fight, is he? Then I, Old Zhao, really wouldn't be able to take him...

With that thought, Zhao Gongming's expression stiffened. "Master, you said we could compete freely and that you wouldn't play favorites, right?"

Tong Tian thought to himself, Not play favorites? I absolutely won't play favorites. Zhao Gongming, you thick-browed kid, you're really too honest... Hmph, you want to fight my son? With what?

Thinking that, Tong Tian coughed and said, "Ahem. As your master, I have always treated all of you equally. Since you want to compete, Gongming, I'll give you the chance. There will be three contests: voting, cultivation, and combat prowess... Prepare yourselves. Best two out of three. I will be absolutely fair."

The moment those words were spoken, Zhao Gongming was dumbfounded. By any fair assessment, Tong Tian's criteria were absolutely fair. Managing a sect came down to three things: popularity, high cultivation, and great combat strength... Otherwise, who would listen to you? But for Zhao Gongming, they were not quite so friendly...

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Gongming made a decision. At the very least, he could not lose to Yun Ting three to zero. He had made many friends on Jin'ao Island over the years, so in the voting round, he might not necessarily lose to Yun Ting...

With that thought, Zhao Gongming hurried out to canvass for votes. Watching his departing figure, Wu Dang looked at Yun Ting in confusion. "Senior Brother Yun Ting, Junior Brother Gongming has already gone out to canvass for votes. Aren't you going too?"

Yun Ting stroked his chin and shook his head. "It's fine. It would be best if Junior Brother