Li Mu left his master's small courtyard in a daze, even more certain of his previous judgment—Ning Qingyu's body was nearing its limit.
People of the jianghu usually married late. From the looks of it, Ning Zhongze was not even twelve yet. For him to arrange an engagement in such a hurry, rather than saying he admired Li Mu's character, it seemed more like he was making arrangements for after his death.
The Mount Hua Sect's current situation was extremely delicate. The Sword and Qi Factions had been divided for decades, accumulating countless small conflicts, which had led to the present opposition between the two great factions.
If not for Ning Qingyu's lofty prestige and sufficiently forceful methods, allowing him to keep both factions under control, who knew what chaos would have broken out?
Once Ning Qingyu passed away, things would become seriously troublesome. The first issue would be the choice of the next sect leader.
According to sect custom, after the Qing generation, the Bu generation would naturally take over.
Before this, the struggle over Mount Hua Sect's succession had also unfolded among the Bu-generation disciples. No Qing-generation elder had been shameless enough to personally enter the fray and fight over the position of heir to the sect leadership.
But there was one special exception: if the sect leader suddenly met with an accident and the younger generation had not yet grown up, then a fellow senior brother could take over.
The Mount Hua Sect's present circumstances were extremely special. The Qing generation was in its prime and formed the sect's pillars, so it was impossible for them to step down now; yet the Bu generation had also begun to show its talent, and it was not as though they had not grown up at all.
Aside from Cai