As it turned out, the unqualified factions were immediately excluded from the competition. Though stringent, the rules were applied equitably to everyone. As a result, the rejected candidates, though crestfallen, took their leave without crying foul.

After all, the godking’s officials showed no special favoritism to anybody. They simply followed their orders to the letter.

It was almost Fiendstar’s turn when a bald fellow from another faction wolf-whistled at Han Shuang. 

“Mistress Han, are you sure you’re in the right place? Do you have the requisite advanced gods? If not, you can add my name to the list. Provided you and I become one...