A few days ago, the elder of the silver descendants clan finally passed away.
However, the reclusive and stubborn silver descendants clan did not invite anyone from the town to mourn, not even the town chief, who tactfully did not attend.
Late at night, the funeral finally concluded, and the prestigious and wealthy old men of the silver descendants gathered in the house, intending to listen to the voice of the Lord of Salvation and the ancestors, to select the new elder of the silver descendants clan.
"Boom!"
Thunder rumbled outside, as if a heavy rain was about to pour down in the dark night, and the expressions of the five old men in the house were solemn, as if they each harbored their own thoughts.
"Let's begin."
They placed their arms over the shoulders of the person next to them, one by one closing their eyes, waiting, and then collectively saying aloud the name they "heard."