He was so excited that he almost jumped up!
He felt that every countdown made his body feel lighter.
My waist is no longer sore, my legs no longer ache, and my spine feels more erect...
Happiness came so suddenly.
3S, look! Ancestors are ancestors, and their words are just as confident as mine!
The Cang Yan family should be handed over to such a capable person!
For a moment, he even wanted to help count down.
But at the same time, he felt a little guilty, and said to the old man silently:
It's not that I want to give up, I can't control this matter!
He's the 88th generation patriarch, a legitimate ancestor. I can't just disobey his orders...
An Tianming's eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the people around him one by one, counting slowly and giving everyone enough time.
"Five...four..."
He actually hoped that someone would dare to stand up to him and challenge him to a duel, so that he could see the backbone of the Cang Yan family.
Unfortunately, the backbone of the Cang Yan family seems to have been smoothed out by nearly a thousand years.
Especially in the past few hundred years, no decent talents have been recruited, and the Eighth Planet cannot retain people with real ideals and ambitions.
Many people have accepted and become accustomed to the mediocrity of their family, turning a blind eye to everything and just waiting to die.
So at this moment, An Tianming was like a wolf standing among a flock of sheep. The people around him were suppressed by his momentum and had no objections at all.
“Three…two…”
"I have an objection!" Suddenly a voice came from above the crowd, accompanied by the sound of chaotic footsteps.
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