"Of the sixteen Half-Ancestors here, how long will each group serve before rotating?" Hen Xin asked.
Blood Ancestor looked at him, impressed. "You come from an ancient era and are the sect master of the Twelve Heavenly Gates. You certainly live up to your reputation. If all the Half-Ancestors here could break through to the Ancestral Realm, humanity would have nothing to worry about."
What nonsense, Kui Luo thought, rolling his eyes. If they could all break through to the Ancestral Realm, the Eternal Clan would have been wiped out already. Why would they still be worrying about this?
At the same time, Gui Hou rolled his eyes too and silently echoed the sentiment.
"Let's say six months. We'll rotate every six months. What do you all think?" Blood Ancestor clearly hadn't considered the question before Hen Xin raised it, so he answered casually.
"That works," Hen Xin said.
"During this time, I hope none of you turn on one another. At least, not before we can ensure the Eternal Clan can't invade. I hope you'll all do me this favor." Blood Ancestor raised a hand. Sixteen spots appeared in the starry sky, each representing a number. "You may draw lots now."
Lu Buzheng raised an eyebrow. This was a show of force. At first glance, the spots seemed to be no more than numbers for drawing lots, but none of them could see the numbers inside or discern them by any means. The ability to block everyone's perception could well be on par with his battle prowess. No wonder he was an Ancestral Realm powerhouse.
Hen Xin was the first to act, casually grabbing one of the spots. One after another, the other Half-Ancestors followed.
"Doesn't the Chief Adjudicator need to draw? You're not a Half-Ancestor," Lu Yin called