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With a "whoosh," the Golden Ball shot out, but was immediately caught by a hand, belonging to none other than the Elder of the Tenth, who held the number ten ball.
The Elder of the Tenth chuckled lightly, "Sixth Elder, why such fury? Discarding this Golden Ball—do you intend to relinquish your position as the Sixth Elder? I believe, many would break their heads for a chance at your seat," said the youthful-looking, tall, and maturely attractive woman.
While laughing softly, she tossed the number six Golden Ball back to the Sixth Elder.
"Hmph," the Sixth Elder's face looked ugly as he caught the Golden Ball. His earlier actions had indeed been too reckless and thinking back, he broke into a cold sweat.
The Golden Ball was a symbol of their status and identity. To throw it away had indeed been too impulsive.
