The center of the podium, where the sect leaders of each sect were supposed to gather, was occupied by Heo Do Jinin.
Actually, the Abbot was supposed to be there, but today neither he nor Hyun Jong were there.
Heo Do Jinin looked toward the stage.
“Huhu. Finally, the finals have come.”
“Isn’t this amazing? This is good no matter who wins.”
At the conversation around him, Heo Do Jinin narrowed his eyes.
‘This is a good thing?’
No matter who won, nothing good could happen to the Nine Great Sects.
If Hae Yeon won this, Shaolin...