"Civilization inheritance! Who will obtain this quota?"
"Isn't that obvious? It has to be Lord Allen!"
"Not necessarily. It could also be Xu Jingming. After all, he's SSS-rank too."
"Heh, with so many people here, who knows whether there might be some hidden genius among us?"
"..."
The crowd in the plaza broke into discussion.
Most people believed the Inheritance Quota would go to either Allen or Xu Jingming.
Quite a few also felt that since Black Feather would decide the criteria, they themselves might be the heaven-blessed prodigy!
"Judging talent? Doesn't that mean Lord Allen has already been chosen by default?"
"Exactly! Lord Allen announced the gathering right after breaking through to the ninth order. He must have been waiting for him!"
"That's right! I knew it. How could there be such a coincidence?"
"..."
On Rio's side, Qiao Lin and the others were beside themselves with excitement.
They had directly assumed that Allen was the chosen recipient of the Inheritance Quota.
Allen, basking in their praise, wore a proud smile, clearly enjoying it immensely.
He stood ramrod straight, as though he were simply waiting to take a step forward once the quota was announced.
"Those people from Kindling World really think the quota is theirs."
Blood Sword patted Xu Jingming on the shoulder and consoled him with a smile. "Don't worry. Although your level is lower than Allen's, your talent is better than his. The quota won't end up being his."
"I know." Xu Jingming smiled, his gaze calm as still water.
With the system's support, he had never lost to anyone in terms of talent!
This time would be no different. He felt no pressure whatsoever.
Yet Blood Sword, who had been comforting him, was staring fixedly at Black Feather in midair.
Clearly, Blood Sword was even