Li Changshou suddenly fell ill.
It happened to be the day before the Hall of Hundred Affairs notified the disciples holding Heavenly Gang positions in this sect tournament, as well as the disciples recommended by twelve elders, to gather at the Hall of Hundred Affairs for discussion...
Li Changshou had timed the moment precisely.
—Actually, while monitoring various places in the sect with the Wind Whisper Spell, Li Changshou had received exact news and learned that the disciples would be summoned tomorrow.
By his reckoning, the conference would be held within half a year...
They wanted to choose him as the leader?
Put him back in the eye of the storm and bring him more trouble?
He, Li Changshou, would absolutely never stumble over the same trick in the same place twice!
This time, Li Changshou had fallen "ill" one step ahead of them. He had considered every angle and laid out countermeasures one after another.
Ling'e hurriedly summoned Jiu Jiu, who promptly brought Fifth Senior Brother, who rarely went into closed-door cultivation, to Lesser Qiong Peak as well.
Inside the thatched cottage, Li Changshou lay on the straw bed, pale-faced and weak-breathed, every inch of him screaming frailty.
After examining him carefully, Jiu Wu first let out a breath of relief and said:
"It is not a serious injury. He merely failed while breaking through and injured his Primordial Spirit in return, leaving his Dao foundation unstable.
"In this condition, he must not use spiritual power or stir his Primordial Spirit.
"But as long as he recuperates for seven or eight years, he will slowly recover. No hidden danger will remain, so there is no need to worry."
Though Ling'e knew her senior brother had certainly feigned it, upon hearing Jiu Wu say this, she could not help asking,