I Refuse. Seeing the arena descend into an endless uproar, Zixiao Zhenren exchanged a glance with Jiang Fan, then rose to his feet.
His plain robe billowed in the wind, and an invisible pressure spread outward. The entire scene instantly froze.
"Holy Master, Grand Elder, and all my Senior and Junior Brothers, please hear this old man out!"
Everyone involuntarily looked toward Zixiao Zhenren.
Zixiao Zhenren slowly said, "This old man also does not believe Fan'er is fit to assume the position of Holy Son!"
The Holy Master seemed rather interested.
"Oh? Why?"
Zixiao Zhenren said, "First, our Mystic Heaven Holy Land has long had its rules. The Holy Son and Holy Daughter should be selected from among the Core Disciples who fully participated as World Travelers and established outstanding merits..."
"Though Fan'er rendered service in Yunmeng Great Swamp and Yunlan City, he did not participate as one of this generation's World Travelers. Therefore, if Fan'er became the Holy Son, it would not conform to the rules..."
"Second, the position of Holy Son requires virtue, cultivation, seniority, and popular support all in equal measure. Only then can one convince the masses, command his peers, and lead the Holy Land's future."
"Fan'er has only been in the sect for a short time, and his foundation within the Holy Land is still shallow. Though he has some minor merit, in terms of seniority and popular support, he is far inferior to Nephew Dongfang and the others who have long traveled about for the Holy Land."
"Third..."
Zixiao Zhenren turned his gaze toward Jiang Fan, a hint of expectation in his eyes.
"Fan'er has extraordinary talent and a promising future, but he is still young. What he needs now is to devote himself to cultivation, temper his state of mind, and solidify his