"I refuse to accept this!"
A sudden and excited voice echoed across the vast martial arts field, immediately drawing the attention of all the apprentices, attendants, and even the masters present.
Even the seven people seated on the stage's seven chairs had their expressions change slightly.
The nomination and election process had always been the rule at Medicine King Hall for selecting its representatives. Whether one was elected or not was a settled matter, leaving no room for anyone to raise objections.
Rules, at times, represent authority.
To question the rules often meant questioning authority—that is, questioning the dignity of the seven people seated on the chairs.
Therefore, the entire place erupted in disbelief, looking towards the young man who had walked out loudly and indignantly.
Zhang Renfeng.
"He's gone mad!"
