At the Sports Square, members of the Elder Council from various sect families, under Bo Yuntian's instructions, were about to vote.
Above the sports hall, in a seemingly inconspicuous place, silhouettes began to appear.
These silhouettes were all well-hidden, and their location was such that those below couldn't clearly see them; only those in high positions could catch a glimpse.
In this spot, a man in a plain robe was standing respectfully before an elder, whispering, "Sir, some of the old folks have really arrived!"
The elder glanced at his opposite, a person with a composed expression.
This was a man in a green robe, appearing to be in his thirties, standing with his hands behind his back, gazing downward.
The elder glanced in several directions, "Indeed, some old folks have arrived, but they aren't those old folks."
The middle-aged man in the plain robe said in surprise, "Then, who are the old folks you are referring to?"
