Jiang Yunfeng had long held a high position and possessed considerable insight into the changing times and sect politics. In his eyes, this was certainly not as simple as a sect having two Heaven Tier cultivators, with his disciple about to be chosen as the Sect Master's successor and inherit supreme authority.
The sect's arrangements and the Elders' Council's schemes were equally crucial.
Of course, faced with the same situation, optimists saw opportunity while pessimists saw danger. There was no absolute black and white in this world to begin with; how they faced it depended on them.
Neither he nor Fang Qianyuan was narrow-minded enough to become mired in suspicion and timidity.
He also strongly agreed with Fang Qianyuan's remarks about "the worries of the mediocre." So long as they pressed forward with determination and boldly shouldered great responsibilities, the sect would not let them down either.
In this age, cultivation and pursuit of the Dao had long ceased to be matters of rogue cultivators venturing through the world alone, achieving success merely by discussing temperament and disposition. Ultimately, wealth, companions, Dharma, and land were all indispensable, and almost every one of them was deeply tied to sects or aristocratic clans.
As senior figures in a great sect, they needed the breadth of vision befitting their station.
Still, he remained concerned about his two disciples and offered them some guidance as a cultivator of the older generation.
Such behavior was exceedingly rare for Jiang Yunfeng. Seeing it, both Fang Qianyuan and Sun Zhuo could not help recalling the earnest teachings they had received when they first became his disciples.
"You are absolutely right, Master. We will remember."
"You have both grown up. I will spare you any unnecessary words. Conduct yourselves well."
At this point, he turned to Fang Qianyuan.