Before the Holy Firmament Hall, an uproar erupted in an instant.
They had just spoken with such passion, their blood boiling, and now the Dao Hall Master truly wanted to resign? His subjects were about to fight to the death—why was the Hall Master running first? Deaths in Sky City were not terrifying. Whether it was Dao Qiongchang's fault or not, the people at the bottom neither would nor wanted to care about such matters.
What worried them was this: with a formidable enemy like the Saint Slave to face next, what were they supposed to do if the dragons had no head?
Would appointing a new Hall Master mean surpassing the previous one? Dao Qiongchang's past achievements were plain for all to see. If even Sky City could not do without him, what could a new Hall Master accomplish?
"Zhong Yuanzi..."
Every gaze turned in unison toward the elderly man with explosive hair and slightly worn clothes.
One of the Four Divine Envoys, the Elemental Divine Envoy, Zhong Yuanzi—the successor personally designated by the current Dao Hall Master!
"Could he handle it?"
Before this, people had not thought much of this Elemental Divine Envoy. He was merely a Half-Saint, merely an elemental specialist, a theoretical sort who enjoyed studying the Way of Spirit Cultivation.
But now it seemed that he was also a wise man, one capable of taking hold of the continent's lifeline and governing the future of the Holy Spirit Hall?
Yet when everyone looked over, they saw the bewilderment in the stunned old man's eyes—greater and deeper than their own.
"What?!"
Zhong Yuanzi had been muttering under his breath, with no mind to spare for Dao Qiongchang's apology. Only after hearing his own name and taking a long while to react did he snap back to