"Tomorrow? That absolutely won't do. The descendants of every Household are rushing here right now, so naturally we need to wait a few days. How about holding it seven days from now?" Ancient Dragon Xun immediately objected when he heard the competition would begin tomorrow.
"Exactly. Seven days would be more reasonable. We need to give the various Households time to prepare." Ancient Dragon Hao chimed in as well.
Of course, I knew what he was thinking. I gave a cold laugh. "Heh. We already went so far as to impose martial law before—not even the princess could enter. Why wait seven days now? How about this: I simply won't set a date. We'll hold the competition whenever Shengtu Bengyun arrives. How does that sound?"
"Even so, you can't start tomorrow, can you? At the very least, the rules haven't been decided yet..." The brothers, Ancient Dragon Xun and Ancient Dragon Hao, understood the implication behind my words, and their expressions immediately darkened. Naturally, they refused to admit they only wanted to wait for Shengtu Bengyun. That would cost them the foundation of popular support.
"Since this is a selection for the emperor, the rules can be simple. We'll use a single-elimination tournament to select the final victor. At noon, we'll draw up the list and draw lots to determine the first-round opponents. Everyone can prepare for the competition." I glanced at the sky. It had only just begun to brighten, so there was still a long day ahead.
All the descendants of the Ancient Dragon Household exchanged glances. Their eyes were filled with an unreal feeling. Ancient Dragon Xun was still planning to argue for something, but Ancient Dragon Jun immediately waved his hand and said, "I have no objections. What are you all afraid of?"
Clearly, his words