Yet at this moment, a trace of color gradually returned to Zhang Tiansheng's deathly pale face, and even his vitality seemed to have improved somewhat.
He then straightened up and said in a resonant voice.
"You need not worry too much. It is merely a minor injury; I will recover completely before long. I will never give the Xuan Clan an opportunity to exploit."
Hearing Zhang Tiansheng's words and seeing that he did not appear to be forcing himself, everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Zhang Tiansheng bore great responsibility for the Dao Sect having come to this point today, yet the Dao Sect had once stood proudly at the pinnacle of the Spirit Realm precisely because of his existence.
There was naturally reverence, but it was impossible for there to be no resentment.
Thus, the vast majority of Dao Sect disciples held extremely complicated feelings toward this Mahayana existence of the Dao Sect.
Still, Zhang Tiansheng was the Dao Sect's sole remaining pillar. Regardless of what they thought in their hearts, none of them wished for anything to happen to him.
After conversing with everyone for a while longer, Zhang Tiansheng dismissed them all, leaving only Zhang Chengdao behind.
Zhang Chengdao was the Sect Master True Person and Zhang Tiansheng's own nephew, so it was common for the two to speak in private.
Therefore, no one, Zhang Chengdao included, became suspicious.
Yet not long after the others had left, seemingly after confirming that those outside the hall could no longer sense them, Zhang Tiansheng, seated in the place of honor, rapidly withered.
He was like a deflated ball, his complexion even worse than before, while his frame seemed to have shrunk by several sizes.
He gave off the twilight feeling of a candle about to