Ning Fan's expression was first stirred, then gradually calmed, as if it had never wavered.
The Fusang Old Demon, with his sharp eyes, naturally noticed the subtle change in Ning Fan's expression, shaking his head and sighing,
"Does the Daoist not wish to be the Eighth Elder of the Bamboo Hall? Why not?"
"May I ask, Senior Fusang, why are you so persistent in wanting this junior to take the position of the Eighth Elder of the Bamboo Hall?" Ning Fan countered with a question instead of answering.
The Fusang Old Demon sighed as he explained,
"You should know, Daoist, that I am the Eighth Elder of the Bamboo Hall, and in another decade, my lifespan will run out, and this Eighth Elder position naturally needs to be replaced... According to the rules of the Bamboo Hall, elders' successors need to be recommended by each elder, with three candidates each. Afterward, a selection test is held among these candidates to choose one successor."
