After becoming Sect Master, people weren't afraid of you messing things up. After all, those True Lords of the Dao Integration Realm buried beneath the earth weren't just for show.
With such powerful foundations behind them, it didn't matter who the Sect Master was—the whole of Nameless Mountain could never descend into chaos.
Just as Ye Lin returned to his quarters to continue nurturing his cultivation and wait for the lecture to begin, inside a magnificent hall, a young man dressed in a blood-red robe looked at the Nascent Soul Realm disciple before him.
"You're certain Ye Lin and Zhou Qingyun spoke for several seconds in the Duel Arena?"
Ren Feiyang furrowed his brows as he looked at the disciple before him.
"Yes. I saw it with my own eyes. They talked for about ten seconds."
At that, Ren Feiyang toyed with the Blood-Colored Bead in his hand, his brows knitted tightly.
"Ten seconds is more than enough time to share a lot of information."
"There's about a ninety percent chance I've been exposed. In other words, Ye Lin already knows I used Zhou Qingyun to test him."
"Now that we've made an enemy of each other, and Ye Lin is the sort who always pays back a grudge, it looks like a feud has begun."
Ren Feiyang immediately felt a toothache coming on.
He hadn't expected Zhou Qingyun, that big oaf, to confess so easily.
"Strategist, this matter was carried out with extreme secrecy. Besides, we never openly instructed Zhou Qingyun. Everything was his own idea."
"Maybe they were talking about something else? And with Zhou Qingyun's brains, it might be difficult for him to figure it out."
"Besides, Ye Lin may not even know it was you."
Seeing Ren Feiyang's expression, the disciple beside him spoke up.
"You,