At Zhan Li's quarters, a group of stewards and elders came to inquire, "Headmaster Zhan, what instructions has the Old Ancestor given?"
Zhan Li said, "The Old Ancestor has told us to keep waiting for a turning point."
He knew exactly where to draw the line, saying only that single sentence and not a word more.
Disappointment crossed their faces. "Is the sect really not planning to get involved?"
Zhan Li explained, "Even if we do, we won't let the guest steal the host's thunder and overshadow the Longevity Hall.
"What's more, if the sect gets involved, the Old Ancestor might have to get involved too. We cannot treat that lightly.
"The Old Ancestor isn't the sort of senior who shuts himself away for several centuries on a whim, paying no heed to the sect or his disciples' futures. We ought to be grateful that he's treating this matter cautiously."
Hearing this, everyone could understand his reasoning.
Their sect had risen through a lesser path. It had no peerless powerhouse within and no great heavenly favor without; it had merely cultivated connections on all sides and ridden the rising tide.
Caution was still very necessary.
So they said no more.
Watching them disperse, Zhan Li sighed inwardly.
What a mess. Why were these pawns more eager to achieve great things than the players themselves, thinking all day about seeking wealth and glory amid danger?
It made no sense.
But if the disciples didn't strive with all their might, how would the sect develop, and how would the Old Ancestor attain the Dao?
Just then, Zhan Li suddenly paused, for Li Ling's voice rang out in his mind. "Come here."
Zhan Li had no choice but to turn back and seek an audience with Li Ling again.
Li Ling went straight