Chapter 252: Paying Respects to Spirit Envoy Jiang
The silence in the hall was heavy, filled with the weight of shattered expectations.
To the gathered disciples and family representatives, the choice had seemed binary. It had to be Zhao Feng of the Zhao Clan, a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator backed by the Spirit Farm’s premier family. Or it had to be Wang Ze, the Wang Clan’s ace farmer, sitting on nine acres of second-grade land.
Even Chen Bo had been a dark horse candidate, riding the coattails of the Chen Clan’s rising star, Chen Tian.
But Jiang Chen? A loose cultivator turned sect disciple? A man who had only recently made a name for himself? It was inconceivable.
Zhao Feng’s expression froze, the confident smirk dying on his lips. Realization dawned a split second later, and he whipped his head around to glare at Wang Ze.
“You…” Zhao Feng hissed, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. “You said you were voting with us. You said you were ‘one of us’!”
Wang Ze shrugged, his expression maddeningly casual. “And I am. Junior Brother Jiang is a friend. To me, he is ‘one of us’.”
“You dare betray me?” Zhao Feng’s spiritual pressure flared, causing the air around him to distort.
Wang Ze didn’t flinch. He smiled, a cold, calculated expression. “Senior Brother Zhao, there is an old saying: A wise bird chooses the best branch to perch on.”