Jiang Ping watched coldly from the sidelines as Liu Ruhai argued with another young man.
Although this young man was weaker than Liu Ruhai, an elder brother from a family close to his was powerful enough to exchange blows with a True Saint, and was sitting among the crowd.
Clearly, the young man was no hothead; he must have been acting on his elder brother's instructions.
This was a dispute between two of the strongest Guest Elders. Apparently, the other one had narrowly lost in the recent contest for the deacon position.
Just then, Jiang Ping glanced at the list in Liu Ruhai's hand and saw the young man's name plainly written on it.
Clearly, Liu Ruhai had been quite thorough. He had put down everyone powerful or well-connected, letting them easily rake in contribution points.
For example, Ren Xiaoxiao from the Qingling Inner Sect was on the list, while he and Zhou Taohong were not.
But Liu Ruhai's plan fell through. The young man deliberately undermined him, and although his face was dark as water and ugly to behold, he still tore up the list and had everyone draw lots again.
"I got it!"
Ren Xiaoxiao was delighted. She could rake in a hefty sum of contribution points so soon after arriving.
Zhou Taohong was among the last few to draw. Jiang Ping keenly noticed the aloof young beauty's lips curl up slightly when she took her lot.
But after another, more mature female elder called out "Brother Hai," Zhou Taohong drew a blank lot.
"What are you standing there for? Get out!"
Liu Ruhai was clearly in a bad mood. He snapped coldly at Zhou Taohong, who stood there in a daze.
Zhou Taohong left without a word, her face expressionless.
"Hmph, Liu Ruhai rigged it behind the