"The disciple is willing!"
Zhang Jian stood up tall, his face solemn.
He was not afraid of such a competition.
Whether it was a healthy competition or a malicious one.
Water Official Emperor Tianhe Master saw this scene, and his expression was complicated. But deep inside, he felt a sense of relief.
Perhaps a knot in his heart had finally been untangled, and he unprecedentedly gave Zhang Jian a faint smile.
King Yu saw this and said,
"This is the best of outcomes!"
He added, "Actually, you don't need to worry. Although this seat only has one Daoist Monarch quota per Inference Era, you can still compete for the remaining public quotas from the Three Emperors and Five Elders Assembly!"
"If that doesn't work, I can also negotiate with the other three Saint Emperors, various Emperor Elders. Many Saint Emperors and Emperors don't have disciples under them who have the opportunity to aspire for the Daoist Monarch in this Inference Era. They might be willing to sell it!"
