"I'm leaving. If Yu Tianxiao is alive, he'll take over for me... If Yu Tianxiao dies, then you and Li Mufan will be the strongest cultivators left in the south. I wouldn't mind if you took over... the Qiankun Dao... cough, cough..." Sun Xinping had suffered grievous injuries to both his heart meridians and soul body. Even immortals and deities could hardly save him now. If not for that, he would never have left these final words.
"Li Mufan of the Qiankun Dao could do it too... but he places personal gain above the greater good, while you're still young... When it comes to the greater good, you're willing to make sacrifices, yet you're also... too self-centered..." Sun Xinping sighed. He clearly felt that the Daoist sects of the south were battered by wind and rain, with no one to carry on their legacy.
"Old Sun, I can't become the leader of the hidden Daoist sects in the south... Senior Li Mufan is quite capable..." Old Sun was actually already considering what would happen after his death. He usually acted like an old eccentric child, but at critical moments, he was never vague or hesitant.
"No... With such heavy selfishness, he would inevitably be unfair. And you were able to offer a hundred Dragon Soul Immortal Herbs and forty-six Enlightenment Pills. That alone proves that you... cough, cough... are truly sincere toward our Daoist sects... Your contributions... are unmatched within the Daoist sects... If no elder succeeds me, you will definitely become the leader of the Daoist sects in the future... What do you say?" Sun Xinping patted my hand, asking me to state my position.
"I won't let anything happen to Old Yu. Rest assured, Old Sun." The affairs of the Daoist sects were complicated, with far too many