The era of the Holy War is far too distant.
Distant enough that even the City of the World was still in a technologically backward ancient era.
Since Ling Mianxi fell during the Holy War, after one reincarnation after another, she finally returned in this lifetime.
Therefore, to the residents of the City of the World, the title of Sage Lovers is extremely unfamiliar.
But the unique aura that a Sage possesses is impossible to imitate.
Yet another Sage!
Jiang Ran boasted to Xize: "See, that’s my sister."
Xize glanced at him leisurely: "The Chariot is my brother."
The two were regarded by other residents around as having a severe case of juvenile bravado.
Sara immediately recognized Ling Mianxi’s face.
Precisely one of the two she blocked that night.
Sure enough, it is the Sage Lovers!
"Lovers, what do you mean?" Sara’s gaze slightly darkened, "Why not return to the Sage Academy first?"
"I don’t like managing such things," Ling Mianxi smiled slightly, hands behind her back, "Mainly I want to oppose you."
This statement caused an uproar across the venue.
The election for the family head was not over, and the city-wide broadcast was continuing.
Everyone heard it loud and clear.
In the minds of the City of the World’s residents, the Sage Empress has the top position, followed by the Sage Magician.
Most other Sages are considered legendary by them.
And now, Sage Lovers publicly challenged the Sage Empress!
"As for why not return to the Sage Academy first?" Ling Mianxi restrained her smile, chillingly, "What, wait for you, this waste, to come and kill me?"
Sara’s pupils contracted, shouting harshly: "How bold of you!"
To dare to speak to her like that in front of the entire city’s residents!
"Tch." Ling Mianxi ignored Sara and sat beside Qin Lingyu, "What a thing."
The residents didn’t dare to even speak, let alone raise their heads.
Who among them would dare meddle in matters between Sages?
Over here, the Priestess arrived, witnessing such a confrontational scene.
She paused slightly, also somewhat surprised.
"Priestess, you’re here." Sara barely adjusted her tone, "The final vote is ongoing, it’s your turn."
Before coming, the Priestess only knew about a vote, but did not expect so many Sages gathered.
She glanced at Norton, then at Sara.
Hesitating for a moment, the Priestess sighed: "Sorry, I won’t be voting, I abstain."
Sara’s gaze shifted slightly: "Priestess?"
The Priestess did not change her mind, still shaking her head: "Sorry."
The score remained 5:4.
Xiluo’s smile was completely gone.
This score meant she was thoroughly defeated by Ying Zijin.
"Is this what you call your backstage?" Xiluo gritted her teeth, "It’s just your luck!"
The Sages voting for Ying Zijin had increasingly bizarre reasons.
Especially the Sage Lovers.
Could Ying Zijin’s relationship with the Sages be as intimate as hers with the Empress?
Ying Zijin seemed to have just woken up, rubbed her ears, opened her eyes, and politely asked: "Were you talking to me?"
Xiluo swung her fist into the air, furious: "You..."
"Can we announce the results now?" Qin Lingyu raised an eyebrow, "Sara, don’t waste everyone’s time here."
She was still waiting to play a few games of mahjong with the butler.
"Don’t rush." Sara sneered, "Moon, your sister hasn’t arrived yet, nothing is settled."
The scene fell silent.
The residents, even the foolish ones, could see.
Today was not just about the election of the Leaangle Family head, but also a confrontation between Sages.
Clearly, the Sage Academy had now divided into two factions.
This election was already beyond the public’s reach.
Qin Lingyu’s expression changed: "Yao Guang..."
Yu Xuesheng held her hand.
**
On this side, Yao Guang received a message from the Tower.
After reading it, she tutted, turned her head: "Are you going?"
The man remained seated cross-legged, just blinked, expressing refusal.
"Fine, I’ll go join the fun." Yao Guang jumped down from the table, "Anyway, whoever becomes the head will not affect our plans."
At this moment, to still argue over a trivial family head.
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