By then, Tang Changsheng had finally begun to see it clearly: Senior Brother Nian Wuwu was surely the finest disciple and strongest expert of the Taiyi Immortal Sword Order's previous generation.
I knew it. The Taiyi Immortal Sword Order is one of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, after all. It has its own deep foundations. How could its disciples all be useless trash like Zheng Qing and Li Chuanhai, or men with hidden agendas like Li Yuan?
This Martial Uncle Nian has never made a name for himself. He must be a true pillar of the sect, an elite disciple trained in secret.
After the affair with Li Yuan, the sect finally brought out one of its secretly trained elites to make a show of strength, both within and beyond its walls.
In an instant, Tang Changsheng thought he had worked out Sect Leader Chen's intentions. He smiled faintly, without the slightest displeasure, and flew up using the Sun Armor rather than riding a sword.
Tang Changsheng had never coveted the position of the Taiyi Immortal Sword Order's next sect leader. He knew full well that joining the sect halfway through his cultivation posed too great an obstacle.
But people could not help harboring a little hope. At times, he had privately thought that if the Taiyi Immortal Sword Order truly had no outstanding disciples, Sect Leader Chen and the others might consider him. Would he accept if they did?
Tang Changsheng felt that although the leaders of the Nine Great Sects seemed powerful, they faced too many constraints. With so many Earth Immortals, Heavenly Immortals, and even immortal elders of higher cultivation, a sect leader could hardly wield absolute authority. What was the point of the position?
Yet at other times, it still tempted him. This was the leadership