Elder Hong smiled. "It seems Senior Brother Miao is dissatisfied with me serving as Acting Sect Leader?"
Elder Miao said, "You've misunderstood, Junior Brother Hong. You're only the Acting Sect Leader, not the true Sect Leader. How could I possibly fault you? In my humble opinion, the most urgent matter is to pool the strength of the entire sect and forge a True Core Late Stage cultivator. Only then can we stabilize the fortunes of our Donghua Immortal Sect."
As soon as Elder Miao finished speaking, whispers rippled through the hall. Elder Hong also lowered his eyes and fell into thought.
It had to be said: Elder Miao's argument was entirely reasonable.
The world had changed greatly. Things were no longer as they had been twenty years ago.
In those days, Sect Leader Zhu alone, as a True Core Late Stage cultivator, had been enough to stabilize the fortunes of the Donghua Immortal Sect.
Today, twenty years later, one True Core Late Stage cultivator could hardly stabilize an entire immortal sect's position. What was more, Sect Leader Zhu had suffered severe injuries and had been unable to recover for years.
"Junior Brother Miao's argument is sound. Without a True Core Late Stage cultivator, Donghua's prospects are perilously uncertain."
The dark-faced Daoist seated immediately to Elder Hong's left spoke in a ringing voice.
Elder Hong was startled and inwardly distressed.
The speaker was Elder Meng, whose standing was second only to his own.
Elder Meng's vocal support made Elder Hong feel tremendous pressure.
Fortunately, his position had been personally bestowed upon him by Sect Leader Zhu. Without Sect Leader Zhu's approval, no one could take it away.
He did not believe that Elder Miao could turn the heavens upside down with nothing but his silver tongue.
His mind somewhat at ease,