He stared in shock at the man in the navy blue robe. Wasn't that outstanding face... Wasn't that the man beside the woman in red whom he met in that small town
How could he be here? And why was he running for the position of city lord? Instinctively, he looked around, and his intuition told him that if this man was here, then his master would also be nearby.
Duan Yunhe's loss of composure naturally surprised the people around him. The several people from the Immortal Sect sitting nearby looked at each other. One of the elders asked, "Yunhe? What's going on?"
Several city lords who were sitting nearby followed Duan Yunhe's gaze and looked at the young man, as if wondering what had happened to this man that made the Immortal Sect's leader lose his composure like this
Duan Yunhe couldn't see the figure of the woman in red around, so he glanced at Qi Kang, then retracted his gaze and sat back, saying, "It's okay." He flicked the robe that was splashed with tea, lowered his eyes and looked unwilling to say more.
The people nearby saw it, but didn't ask any more questions. A guard stepped forward to clean up the broken cups, and then everyone turned their attention to the sixteen people standing on the stage, examining them again.
On the stage, Qi Kang put one hand behind his back and the other hand on his abdomen. He just stood there quietly, allowing everyone to stare at him, as if he didn't notice Duan Yunhe's misbehavior, and his expression was normal.
Although no one said anything, they all looked at the young man more carefully, because everyone could see that Duan Yunhe's loss of composure was related to this man, as if... he recognized him.
Their eyes moved down and fell on the badge on the man's waist, on which were written the words "Qi Kang".
Qi Kang? Never heard of him. However, since he was able to stand out from so many candidates, it was obvious that he was a good person.
"cough!"
The elder of Lingxiao Immortal Sect stood up, looked at the sixteen people and said, "I think you all know the rules of this election. Among the sixteen of you, only four can stand on this stage to challenge the mayors of the four districts. Then it will be a one-on-one competition. You must stop when you are satisfied and no one's life can be hurt. As for who your opponents are, for the sake of fairness, we will draw lots to decide."
As he spoke, he waved his hand and asked someone to bring a lottery tube forward, saying, "Here are sixteen lots with sixteen numbers. The opponent of number one is number three, and the opponent of number two is number four, and so on. After this round, the final eight will be decided by drawing lots for the top four."
Hearing this, everyone stepped forward, drew a lot, and then looked at each other.
Qi Kang looked at the sign in his hand, which had number 16 written on it, and handed it to the person who was recording it to register. Not long after, a board nearby had the name tags of each person hung together, making it clear at a glance.
Except for number one and number three who came on stage first, everyone else stepped aside. As the sound of "start" was heard, the people around the entire circular stage suddenly became nervous and watched the fight between the two people on the stage intently.
Compared to the nervousness of the people below the stage and the calmness of the people on the stage watching the fight, Duan Yunhe did not look at the fierce fight between the two people on the stage after raising his eyes, but shifted his gaze to Qi Kang.