Zhou Nian looked at Ning Xuan and sighed. "Originally, there was."
Ning Xuan blinked. "What do you mean, 'originally there was'?"
"Well, you were supposed to be able to inherit your predecessor's power. However, only cultivators can do that. Since you aren't one, you naturally can't."
Hearing this, Ning Xuan's spirits sank. This world is full of malice toward me!
"I have important official duties to attend to," Zhou Nian said, his mood improving as he watched Ning Xuan's crestfallen expression. "Given that you just won the selection competition, you are granted one day of leave. As long as you don't leave the city gates, you are free to do as you please."
"Hey, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
Ning Xuan glanced at the cultivators below the stage and instinctively shrank back.
