Xu Kun's gaze could not help but turn toward Shanjun, whose eyes had remained fixed on him.
Since they had manipulated the vote into a tie behind the scenes, then who supported it and who opposed it no longer mattered. What came next?
Xu Kun had never underestimated the heroes of the world, much less these Tiger Elders who had lived for countless years. Their actions should not have been so childish.
As for the Tiger Fiend Race, they understood its situation better than anyone. It was just that the road ahead... was difficult to walk.
Rather than saying they wanted Xu Kun to play the villain, it would be more accurate to say they wanted him to pave a path for the Tiger Fiend Race.
So... where did that path lie?
Shanjun's gaze resembled the gaze of the White Tiger Divine Statue Xu Kun had observed in the White Tiger Hall.
There was a trace of hope and anticipation in it.
It made Xu Kun's heart tremble...
What... can I do?
Xu Kun did not know, but soon, as the clamor below the stage gradually subsided, Shanjun spoke again. "Since the Eight Tiger Elders have reached a tie, yet our race must now make a decision, there have always been two additional votes beyond the nine elders present. And now, those two votes can even become three!"
Two votes? Three votes?
Not only Xu Kun, but even the tigers below wore blank expressions.
Our race had three more votes?
Where would those votes come from?
One vote was easy enough to deduce: the vote of the vacant Tenth Elder, Bi'an.
Then the remaining two votes...
"Though the Tiger Ancestor has fallen, he rendered world-creating service to our race. Though he did not participate in our race's decisions in the