At these words of the revered ancestor, tension spiked in the hall for a moment.
However, no one dared to show any hostility.
At this point, everyone knew that the mysterious senior would decide who ruled. Only then will things be stable in the Noah Civilisation.
No matter who he chose, their opinions would not matter.
They could only comply.
"You, Vaelith or whatever you are called, step forward."
One fellow stepped forward.
The princes and princesses couldn't help but feel a sting of pain in their chest.
After everything they had sacrificed…
Vaelith?
He was not even a prince, or a princess.
Yes, he was the imperial adviser, but he was not of ruling lineage.
Was the lineage of the emperor crumbling before them?
