Mei Yun's Thousand-Year Pact

At this moment, Jicheng wore a solemn expression as he held the golden smoking pipe symbolizing the sect master's authority.

At the sect assembly just now, nearly seventy percent of the elders had supported his appointment as sect master.

After all, during the battle at the Nether Sea, Jicheng had served as commander-in-chief and truly earned considerable merit.

He had also managed to clear himself of responsibility for the earlier incident with the grand formation.

After bringing back the corpse of an Integration Realm demon cultivator, he had the best possible excuse and proof.

He had been ambushed while controlling the formation and had killed an Integration Realm demon cultivator at the cost of severe injuries.

Although the plan had failed as a result, the blame could not be placed on him.

According to procedure, he had to hold the smoking pipe and pay respects to the founding patriarch and the previous sect masters.

Only then would the ceremony be officially complete.

No one was particularly surprised by Jicheng becoming sect master.

After all, judging by seniority and strength, he was indeed one of the best candidates for the position.

It was just that, compared with the previous sect masters, the burden on his shoulders would be much lighter for the time being.

There would be no more war at the Nether Sea for the next thousand years.

But how to deal with the Lord of the Nether Sea after those thousand years—that was likely the only mission Jicheng had to fulfill as sect master.

After the ceremony ended.

Jicheng went alone to the cave dwelling of his martial nephew.

With its owner gone, the cave dwelling carried an added air of desolation.

As the master of a sect.

Wang Yuan's cave dwelling had nothing to do with the word