Gacha pull: I obtained a god-level talent.

"I second that." Another elder also pushed the soul flame in front of him to the right side of the scale. "Zhang Yuan is indeed a genius, but we should prioritize the safety of the people of Great Xia. We cannot let one person put hundreds of millions of people in danger."

Bang!

As the two flames of soul flew to the right, the scales immediately veered to the right.

Upon seeing this, Wan Chang'an clenched his fists.

If another elder statesman were to switch sides at this point, Zhang Yuan would surely be executed, and no one could save him!

"Hmph, you two cowards, you actually want to kill one of our Great Xia's top geniuses because of a dead demon scum. You are so weak in the face of the Abyss, the Great Xia Empire will be conquered by the Abyss sooner or later!"

"So what if the Cursed King returns? I'll personally take his head!"

A hot-tempered elder slammed his hand on the table and immediately pushed the flame of the soul in front of him to the left side of the scales.

The old man sitting in the middle said, "Wan Chang'an once told me something: 'Today we cede five cities, tomorrow we cede ten, and then we can have a peaceful night's rest. But when we look around, the abyss is already upon us. To retreat into the abyss is to add fuel to the fire; the fuel will not be exhausted and the fire will not be extinguished.'"

"There is more than one Cursed King in the abyss, but we only have one Zhang Yuan. His talent... is worth gambling with our national destiny."

After saying this, the old man in the middle also sent the soul flame in front of him to the left side of the scale.

Bang!

The scales were balanced again, and finally everyone's eyes fell on the old man sitting in the far corner, with white hair and a youthful face, who had been resting with his eyes closed.

The old man hadn't spoken since the meeting began... and now, the crucial vote that would decide Zhang Yuan's fate was in his hands.

"Old Li, it's time to vote," the old man in the middle said.

The elderly man surnamed Li slightly opened his eyes and smiled, "Of course I will protect Zhang Yuan."

After saying that, the old man surnamed Li directly sent the soul flame in front of him to the left side of the scale.

Bang!

The scales tipped completely to the left.

Seeing this, Wan Chang'an finally felt relieved.

"The result is in: Zhang Yuan is innocent."

The old man in the middle calmly announced the result, and then said, "The next topic is how we should train Zhang Yuan, and what we should do if Zhang Yuan fails."

"Let's pause for a moment."

At this moment, an elder statesman who advocated for Zhang Yuan's guilt interrupted the meeting and looked at the elderly man surnamed Li. "Old Li, I have no objection to the voting results, but can you explain your reasons for protecting Zhang Yuan? Aren't you the one who hates the Cursed King the most?"

The old man surnamed Li replied with a smile, "Of course I hate the Cursed King. I wish I could personally skin him, drink his blood, and then charge into the abyss to wipe out all the demons of the Cursed lineage."

"Then why did you shoot to the left?"

"Because... I recently learned something," the old man surnamed Li chuckled. "Zhang Yuan might become my grandson-in-law. How could I kill my grandson-in-law?"

The other four elders asked, "What do you mean?"

Sensing the unfriendly gazes around him, the elderly man surnamed Li immediately laughed and said, "Haha, this is a family matter of the Li family, and has nothing to do with today's meeting. Let's get to the point."

"How can it be unrelated? Old Li, you need to make this clear today. We haven't even discussed who should mentor Zhang Yuan yet, so why should Zhang Yuan be your grandson-in-law?"

"Old Li, that's not fair of you. Everyone should compete fairly. How could you preemptively strike first?"

"Exactly! Your family already has several legendary-level professionals, and now you want to snatch Zhang Yuan too? If you don't make this clear today, this meeting can't continue!"

Suddenly, several old men in the room began arguing over a strange issue, and the content of the meeting of the elders began to change in a strange direction without them realizing it.

Wan Chang'an watched as the people argued heatedly over Zhang Yuan, their faces turning red, and couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.