Merging Laws

Hearing Changfeng's words, True Person Daoxuan could not help but be taken aback.

Without absolute strength, what other good solution was there now?

Mingze and Mu Zilin also looked at Changfeng with puzzled expressions. No matter how gifted Martial Uncle Changfeng was, it was impossible for him to break through to the Daluo Golden Immortal realm within three years, wasn't it?

Changfeng rose to his feet, winked at True Person Daoxuan, and said with a grin, "Senior Brother, you can pass the position of Sacred Lord to Xiao Ming or Zilin. That way, the Violet Thorn Sacred Land won't have been lost on your watch!"

Mingze, who had been preparing to listen to his martial uncle's brilliant insight, hurriedly stood and cupped his fists upon hearing Changfeng's words. "Martial Uncle, that is absolutely unacceptable. Not only is this disciple weak in strength, but Master himself is still in the prime of his life."

"Besides, our prestige within the Sacred Land is not enough to convince the masses. How could we take Master's place as Sacred Lord?"

"But if Martial Uncle were to take the position of Sacred Lord, then absolutely no one would dare utter a word of objection," Mingze added.

Mu Zilin glanced coolly at her eldest senior brother. How should she put it? He was a decent person, but his ability to read the room was a little lacking.

It was obvious Martial Uncle Changfeng had merely been joking offhand, yet he had taken it seriously.

However, upon hearing Mingze's words, Changfeng's previously smiling face abruptly turned solemn. "What kind of joke is that, Xiao Ming? Your martial uncle isn't going to dig himself into a pit!"

"Well, Senior Brother, let's put it this way: if things prove impossible, we'll make a strategic retreat."

"I have matters to