"President Nami, it's not only Lord Bartos's wish to hand over the Crimson Moon to you. All the elders agree on it too," said the cloaked figure.
Other than Lord Bartos, only Nami was qualified to lead the Crimson Moon.
"Teacher, you will be fine! The Crimson Moon should be led by you. No one can replace you," said Nami.
"I know," said Bartos. "But people die. That's the fact of life." Bartos smiled at her kindly.
Even if he obtained God's Heart, he would die someday. The Crimson Moon needed an heir. It was time for the gods to fear the Crimson Moon. They had prepared for ten years.
"When I eventually die, you must take over," said Bartos to Nami.
Nami looked at Bartos and couldn't say a word.
...
On the bustling streets of Canglan City, a carriage with the emblem of a noble family headed to Lavender Manor.
When the soldiers patrolling the streets saw the emblem on the carriage, they stopped what they were doing and saluted.
