All eyes were immediately drawn to the source of this voice.
"Ken Middleton!"
Upon seeing him, Egbert Briggs' face darkened considerably.
The others also turned their gaze onto Ken Middleton, an air of solemnity on their faces.
Everyone knew that a large portion of the invading cultivators from the North Plain had died at Ken Middleton's hand, and the latter held deep contempt and hatred for these individuals.
No one knew what his arrival now would trigger.
Ken Middleton arrived with large strides and coldly stated, "This rule seems to be in the interest of majority, but in reality, it only benefits a few individuals."
"Ken Middleton, why are you late?" Eternal laughed and questioned.
Without paying him any mind, Ken Middleton raised his hand and said, "I also disagree with your proposal."
Egbert Briggs, with a gloomy face, said, "Ken Middleton, you're late and not even qualified to participate!"