The entire Yu Province fell silent.
Tens of millions of faces between the skyscrapers froze at once.
The energy drink in someone's hand fell to the ground, splashing vivid blue droplets.
Someone's pupils contracted, unable to believe it.
No one had expected Yu Province's next Yu Lord to truly be handed over to an outsider.
The ten former Yu Lords' phantoms twisted in the violet light.
"Let's continue with the mandate recognition."
Someone sighed.
"We'll accept it."
An ancestor of Yu Province looked at the Yu Lord and sighed.
"Is the path of technology really a dead end?"
The current Yu Lord, Yu Lai, was the strongest person in Yu Province's history, and the most highly regarded of all its Yu Lords.
The ten Yu Lords before him had been cursing earlier.
But now that they saw how serious the Yu Lord was, they had nothing to say.
The Yu Lord would never harm Yu Province.
"Technology is not Martial Dao," the Yu Lord said heavily.
The ten former Yu Lords fell silent.
The Yu Lord's answer had been rather too harsh.
"Let's continue."
The oldest former Yu Lord waved his hand.
"Yu Lai, you're a smart man. I believe you won't harm Yu Province."
He sighed and looked at Zhang Huizhi.
"Once you become Yu Lord, no matter what bloodline you come from, you'll belong to the Yu Clan from then on. Can you do that?"
The ten former Yu Lords sighed inwardly.
At this point, this was just a formality. The twelfth Yu Lord would undoubtedly be Zhang Huizhi.
"I can't," Zhang Huizhi replied.
"Hmm."
The ancient Yu Lord nodded.
"Good, then. Next... What did you say?"
Crack!
Lightning flashed everywhere across the ceremonial platform.
All the former Yu Lords stared fixedly at Zhang Huizhi.
Rumble!
On both