More than half of the human Monarchs gathered at Mount Tsuming.
The Manifa Forefather, the Buddha Emperor, the Supreme Saint, and the two existing Adjudicators were all there.
"Manifa Forefather, Tempest King, today is the day of the election. Please, for my sake, calm down and try not to argue," the Human Empress said with a smile.
Since the Adjudicator had spoken, no one dared to argue with her.
"Human Empress, it's not an argument or anything serious. The Tempest King and I are just sparring. There's no grudge involved," the Manifa Forefather said as he stroked his long beard.
"Spar? Yeah. If I have the chance, I'd like to have a real spar with you, Senior." The Tempest King scoffed.
She even emphasized the word 'senior' to mock the forefather for being old and relying on his seniority to command others.
The Manifa Forefather narrowed his eyes. His lip pursed and twitched, but he managed to suppress his anger.
