The Ancient God Sect in Turmoil

"They're both eyeing the position hungrily. With me keeping them in check, they have no choice but to behave."

"But what if I leave one day? What will you do then? Plenty of people are watching your position."

The old man looked at Meng Yun before him, exasperation written across his face.

Meng Yun had a good nature and great talent. The old man had watched him grow up, and it was he who had single-handedly pushed him into the position of Sect Master.

But Meng Yun had disappointed him. Even now, he still lacked the nerve to keep those beneath him in check.

He was tens of thousands of years old, yet his temperament was still like a child's. Whenever anything happened, he came asking for advice, completely forgetting his own status.

There were things he simply couldn't see clearly.

Listening to the old man's instruction, Meng Yun could only lower his head and listen obediently.

"Grandmaster, your cultivation is profound, and your lifespan knows no bounds."

"Foolish child, nothing in this world is truly eternal. The longevity we cultivators seek is nothing more than an illusion."

"Even the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth will one day collapse. How, then, can we hope to attain longevity?"

"I can see it now: my end is near. I don't have much time left, and the time I can protect you grows shorter by the day."

"So you need to change now. Show the resolve befitting a Sect Master. Let them see it, and earn the acknowledgment of every disciple in the sect."

"Then, even after I'm gone, no one will dare depose you. Not even those two."

Hearing the old man's words, Meng Yun lifted his head and stared at him, his face full of disbelief.

He couldn't believe it.