Mu Yuan immediately perked up. He sat up from the sofa, changing from a reclining position to one propped up on the armrest with his elbow, his fingers tapping rapidly across his phone screen.
"Shouldn't the Heroic Festival have opened in another two months at the earliest? Why is there only one month left?"
"The Lord Trial was moved up, so moving up the Heroic Festival a little is only reasonable, isn't it?"
"Hurry up, hurry up! This old man is starving for it—I can't wait to recruit a hero!"
"Same here! I've already prepared my betrothal gifts!"
"Wait, that fast? That's too unfair to us new lords."
But new lords only referred to this year's newcomers, while New Lords included the previous five full cohorts, giving them a numerical advantage. The voices of the new lords had long since been drowned out on the forums, leaving them to complain in their various newcomer groups.
They had truly lost the advantage of timing!
Still, not all newcomers felt the same way. Mu Yuan didn't think it was too soon; if anything, he thought it was coming too slowly.
What he needed now was a top-tier talent of the scholar or administrative type, someone with research abilities, teaching abilities, and an extensive store of knowledge. It would be even better if they knew a little of everything.
But if it happened a few years later, his need might not be so urgent.
That was to say—
"One hero is too few. Only a whole team of talented people could truly make up Tian Yuan Territory's weaknesses."
"The rules of the Heroic Festival are still too rigid."
Mu Yuan had some confidence, but he didn't dare be careless.
If it were a General Duel, honestly, he had no confidence that he could