Zhang Xuan looked in the direction from which the voice had come but failed to find the speaker. However, given that several attendants had silently disappeared from behind Prince Shen Ling, it appeared to be his doing.
Clearly, he was leading the narrative. As expected, even in other worlds, there were those who manipulated public opinion.
Had preparations been made in advance? If everyone were to offer up artifacts, how would the Bronze Tripod be divided?
While Zhang Xuan was puzzling over this, another voice arose from the crowd.
"Indeed, I agree with Prince Shen Ling's words, but when the Bronze Tripod descends, I hope everyone will rely on their own abilities to seize it. Whoever can Forge it, shall claim it!"
This time, as soon as the person spoke, Zhang Xuan identified the target—it was another attendant who had previously followed Shen Ling, but who had since quietly changed clothes and blended into the crowd unnoticed.