At the center of the Dao Platform, three men in black robes occupied three different positions. All three had stern expressions, and the atmosphere was extremely tense, as if the air was about to freeze.
"Master has already passed away, and we need to choose someone to preside over the funeral. What do you two junior brothers think?"
The one speaking was Cheng Xuanzi, the ninth disciple of Xiu Yuan, and the highest-ranked among Xiu Yuan's surviving disciples.
"What Ninth Senior Brother said is very true. Currently, our Yuntian Palace is like a dragon without a head, and we indeed need to elect someone to take charge of the situation."
The thirty-seventh disciple of Xiu Yuan, Qiu Ze, said.
"Ninth Senior Brother, Thirty-Seventh Senior Brother, as a junior, I boldly ask that the two of you not compete with me. Let me put in the effort and manage our master's funeral."
Ling Feng, the eighty-first disciple of Xiu Yuan, and also his last disciple, said.
