After several failed attempts, Wang Ping wasn't discouraged. On the contrary, he grew even more interested.
However, just as his interest was piqued, a message came through his Communication Token. The convocation was starting again. He had no choice but to temporarily abandon his experiment. After a quick glance toward the sky where Yu Lian was standing guard for Shen Xiaozhu, he extended his Primordial Spirit Consciousness into the Token.
The familiar palace materialized around him, surrounded by familiar projections. Diffused light, cast from the intersecting light and shadow overhead, illuminated the seats around Wang Ping. He heard Yang Shu's voice: "Everyone has important matters to attend to, so today's convocation will last for four hours. Within this time, we need to complete the vote for our first Fellow Daoist."
"The first Fellow Daoist is... ah, my only younger brother, Jiangcun."
