Delicate, soft hands gently massaged an old man's shoulders. Her exquisite, beautiful face leaned close to his ear, and her cherry-red lips parted slightly. "Master Ruan, what are we doing at Blackwood Cliff?"
"The sect's ruler for this place still hasn't been decided. Aren't Elder Quan and Wang Zhaofeng temporarily handling things here for now?"
"Wang Zhaofeng just took you as his master, and he's been extremely filial to you."
The old man was none other than Master Ruan, while the beautiful woman beside him was his Dao companion.
"Ever since something happened to Yun Peng a few years ago, there haven't been many suitable people who can inherit my legacy."
"That child Zhaofeng is decent, but his aptitude is still lacking by a hair. I wanted to come to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and see whether there are any good prospects."
Master Ruan sighed.
"At your age, you should leave some matters to Wang Zhaofeng. His father is a powerful elder of the sect, and he handles affairs fairly well too. We should enjoy our retirement in peace."
Beautiful Mistress said in a coquettish voice.
Master Ruan fell silent.
Suddenly, Beautiful Mistress breathed out a fragrant sigh and pressed close to Master Ruan, asking in a low voice, "Who exactly do you want to pass your legacy to?"
"I know you value inheritance above all else, but now that Yun Peng has disappeared, if we're being honest, Wang Zhaofeng is quite a good choice..."
She did not continue, but her meaning was obvious.
Wang Zhaofeng had just been promoted to become the youngest elder, and his father held tremendous influence in the Blood Demon Sect.
The father and son had coveted Master Ruan's legacy for a long time. If the matter of succession was not handled properly, both Master