Hearing that the adults of the Temple of Light had begun to select their own Holy Palace of Light for the future City of Light, all the people were excited and rushed toward the venue crazily.
After the venue was basically set up, it was already packed with people.
Seeing the lively scene, Master Wu Ming and others took it for granted.
After all, wherever they appear, they are always worshiped like this.
Mo Han and others had already taken their seats. Guangyang sat quietly beside Mo Han without saying a word, but it made Mo Han wary and nervous.
Among his colleagues, Mo Han is not afraid of anyone else.
But she had to be afraid of Guangyang. Although he didn't speak, he was the eyes of the palace master.
And I am not very simple either.
Only then did Mo Han feel that sitting next to Guangyang was full of pressure.
"But for Yiguang City, only Yitian is the most suitable. In a place like this, we don't expect to find a better candidate than him, so it's useless to say too much now." Mo Han said.
Just then, the voice of Master Wu Ming came from the other end: "Are all the aristocratic families already here?"
"So, what the Holy Son means is... that the Wing Clan is not suitable?"
But Mo Han thought carefully before he dared to speak: "This Yi Clan is quite good. Its strength is one of the best in Yiguang City, and it is also the lord of the city. From this point of view, it is really the best choice."
When Yi Tian heard what Master Wu Ming said, he immediately replied respectfully: "Yes, sir, all the families are here."
This made Mo Han even more stressed, and then he hesitated for a while and said: "The Holy Palace of Light is located in Fangtian, and there are thirty-eight places in total. But why are there so few who can get ahead? Is it because they don't have the strength? No, it's because they
It’s too rigid. What the temple needs is fresh blood, not blood-sucking insects that cannot make a contribution without changing the first level. So what’s the difference between it and other holy palaces?”
He glanced at the dense crowd of people below. Tsubasa and others were also standing with the crowd, but they were close to the table, and members of several major families were still very conspicuous.
When the people around him heard this, they all started talking quietly.
"But looking at the appearance of the Holy Son, there must be some opinions that he has not expressed!" Although Guangyang seldom spoke, he still controlled Mo Han's emotions very accurately.
After Master Wu Ming looked at them once, he announced: "Start now, let the people at the scene start voting, select five aristocratic families recognized by you from Yiguang City, and they will give birth to the Holy Palace of Light. The request is yours
I feel in my heart that the family that is most suitable for this position is the perfect candidate who can benefit Yiguang City."
"Isn't it? It's not the city lord's palace and it still needs to be screened?"
"I wonder if the Holy Son has a favorite choice?" Suddenly, Guangyang's deep voice came slowly, very clear and clear, without any unnecessary emotions, but slow and leisurely, as if it was just a casual comment.
"Isn't this normal? Originally, Guangming Holy Palace was supposed to be a family that the people liked, so the election would be fair."
"Oh? Which family do you want to join?"
"Of course I can't tell you this. If it were revealed then, wouldn't it offend people?"
The leader of the guards of the Temple of Light raised his hand in the corner and said: "Everyone receives a piece of white paper here, waits for a stick of incense, writes down the family of their choice, and then puts it into the container here. The first round of election is immediately over.