"Cough, cough. Well, Junior Brother, look, the sect master's position has been vacant all this time. So, perhaps..."
"Oh... so the senior brothers came for the sect master's position!" He Sheng swept his gaze across the peak lords, a strange smile on his face.
"A sect cannot go a day without a sect master. It is only natural for us to have such thoughts."
"Then, what do you senior brothers mean?"
"Well, Junior Brother, tell us, which of us senior brothers is suitable to become sect master?"
He Sheng's gaze drifted among the eight peak lords as though he were seriously considering the matter. The eight peak lords looked at him expectantly.
After quite a while, He Sheng curled his lips. "I think none of you senior brothers are suitable."
"Then, in your opinion, who is qualified for the position of sect master?" The eight peak lords frowned, displeased by his words.
He Sheng straightened his posture and stood with his hands behind his back, answering proudly, "I think the position of sect master should be held by me."
"Huh? Th-this... Junior Brother, weren't you uninterested in becoming sect master? Why now...?"
"Uninterested? Senior Brother, when did I ever say I was uninterested?"
The eight peak lords looked at one another. "It seems Junior Brother really never said that."
He Sheng's strength and talent were plain for all to see. His cultivation was the highest among the Nine Great Peak Lords, and his talent was likewise unmatched. If he wanted the position, he held an absolute advantage.
Setting aside the male cultivators, half the female disciples who admired him would certainly raise both hands in agreement.
Upon learning that He Sheng had his sights on the position, the eight peak lords felt powerless and instantly wilted. They knew themselves well