"Senior Uncle needs to put in more effort, too."
An Jing did the math and couldn't help sighing. "Otherwise, I really will have to shoulder the burden of this entire sect and its Nine Peaks all by myself."
If Ming Heguang could also break through to the Saint Manifestation Realm, then the Mingjing Sect's middle generation would be secure. Even in the worst-case scenario, Yepo and Xuanyu, two True Lords with the potential to become Heavenly Monarchs, and Xi Yi, a living Heavenly Monarch, could hold the situation together. The sect's structure wouldn't become unbalanced, and its line of succession wouldn't fall into disarray.
The next generation of True Disciples was also in reasonably good shape.
None of the Seven Peaks' True Disciples he knew had been turned into Blood Pills. True Person Fujing was ruthless, not mad; he knew perfectly well that he ought to leave some seeds for the sect. It was just that Miao Yunying had gone to the Ancient Immortal Ruins, while Zuo Tiannan had been badly wounded fighting desperately to prove his loyalty after Grandmaster had transformed into a Heavenly Demon.
Of the other five, only Luo Qinghui needed looking after.
An Jing acted on the thought at once. He stepped out of the Grotto-Heaven and arrived at Chuyao Peak.
True Monarch Yangui, the peak master of Chuyao Peak, was gravely wounded and in seclusion. The entire peak was being rebuilt under the direction of Luo Qinghui's master, True Person Laiwei, while Luo Qinghui assisted her.
"Mm. Actually, I had some idea what was going on with Brother Miao."
Unlike the lively, cheerful, somewhat naive manner she had shown before, Luo Qinghui now wore a calm expression, with no need to keep up an act. Talisman cultivators were meticulous by nature, and she had long