(o▽)o Martial Arts Assembly (Eight)
"!!"
"What?"
"?!"
"This..."
"???"
At that, the leaders, chiefs, sect heads, and elders seated among the various sects and schools from the two capitals and thirteen provinces, from the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, and from the Four Seas and Five Lakes all turned their eyes toward Yue Buqun in unison.
Clearly, they had never imagined that Yue Buqun—the "Gentleman Sword," who had just been arguing fiercely with Zuo Lengchan over whether his sect was part of the Devil Dao, and had been trying every possible way to clear his sect of the stigma—would turn around and run for the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader.
"Y-Yue, Sect Leader Yue?"
Even Dingxian, seated beside Yue Buqun, looked at him with confusion and suspicion.
It was obvious that she, too, had never dared to guess this might happen, and had never expected Yue Buqun to have such a move up his sleeve.
But, come to think of it, this really was a good idea!
Though it seemed very difficult—extremely difficult—to succeed, if he actually won the election, then today's crisis for the Huashan Sect would naturally resolve itself.
After all, if the Huashan Sect's leader became the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, who would dare call the Huashan Sect part of the Devil Dao?
Of course, the odds were probably rather low. Dingxian wasn't very optimistic.
At the moment, only the small Wuliang Sword Sect had backed him. Even counting the Huashan Sect's own vote, that made just two votes. Compared to the Songshan Sect's fifty-plus votes—nearly a third of the total—they were simply in different leagues.
"???"
But the vote count didn't matter. What mattered was that Yue Buqun himself was now full of questions, with absolutely no idea what was going on!
He didn't