Everyone's eyes were fixed on Li Yang.
The young prodigies looked at him with worship and reverence.
The elders looked at him with gratification, as though this were only natural.
No one was more suited than Li Yang to lead Xuanyuan's younger generation, even if his cultivation was currently only at the fourth layer of the Golden Core.
With the Domains of the two worlds coming into contact, the higher one's cultivation, the higher the grade of the opportunities one would compete for.
Yet those below Spirit Transformation, the weakest of the lot, would be competing for inheritances and blessings from the Upper Realm.
But Li Yang still had not accepted the sect master's token.
He hated trouble.
Ultimately, though, it was because he felt little sense of belonging to the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.
His attachment went no further than the impression that the sect had a decent atmosphere.
"This disciple is only at the Golden Core stage, and I only recently arrived at the sect. I cannot properly shoulder this responsibility."
Li Yang cupped his fists and politely declined.
The incident in Yongning Commandery had already left him with reservations about Lu Feng and a lingering shadow over his heart. He did not want to be wielded like a weapon, reduced to a tool for the sect's development.
Besides, there were no clearly identified evil fiends to fight on this trip, which dampened his interest even further.
Lu Jun, however, was not surprised.
He knew perfectly well that someone like Li Yang had no fascination with power.
Even knowing that accepting the sect master's token meant he would inevitably become the future successor to Xuanyuan's highest seat of authority, Li Yang still refused without hesitation.
"I know you don't yet feel much attachment to Xuanyuan. But one day, you