"Draw lots!"
Long Zongyin clasped his hands in a salute and pressed the algae leaves together.
The seaweed hung limply.
One couldn't tell which stalk was longer or shorter.
The aged dragon people whispered among themselves, and the patrolling youths dared not come close, focusing diligently on their patrol and dispersing the idlers and onlookers.
"Third Elder, for a matter as significant as the Human Race's Qi Consumption, is it not too hasty to decide by drawing lots?" A tall and skinny dragon person with a full head of grey hair stood out, his tone filled with doubt.
Once someone took the lead, the remaining old dragons chimed in one after another, trying to discourage the idea.
"Indeed, why not consult with the Great Elder and the Second Elder first?"
"Drawing lots is too careless."
"Third Elder, please reconsider!"
How could the selection of a Grandmaster be decided by drawing lots?
What haste.
