Yuji sprang to his feet, his face flushed red. "Senior brother, we could just barely accept your bestowing this Pojun Battle Halberd on Qing Chen.
"You passed me over and appointed him Hall Vice Lord of Tianshu Hall, putting him in charge of the sect's many affairs. I gritted my teeth and endured that too.
"But now you have granted him so much authority-mobilizing cultivators, executing first and reporting afterward, acting at his own discretion. This already far exceeds the original authority of the Hall Vice Lord of Tianshu Hall.
"He is no more than a greenhorn not yet a hundred years old, young and inexperienced. Isn't promoting him and handing him power like this far too frivolous?
"Besides, his methods are ruthless. He has killed countless people. Who knows how many sects and powers he has offended?
"If the people from Cold Mountain Temple and those other sects learn that you have promoted him so freely, what will they think?"
Xuanji True Lord's expression abruptly darkened, his gaze flashing like lightning as he barked coldly, "We are discussing sect affairs. There is no senior brother here, only the sect master!"
The words "sect master" struck like a heavy hammer against a drum, leaving Elder Yuji's face alternating between green and white.
He stared blankly at Xuanji True Lord's figure, which was not particularly tall or imposing, a jumble of emotions churning within him.
The person before him was no longer the eldest senior brother of three or four hundred years ago, gentle as jade, modest and courteous, always standing protectively in front of him.
Time had flowed on, the years had turned, and the person before him had become a Dharma Nascent Soul True Lord and master of the sect, his imposing authority beyond question.
Elder Yuji's thoughts drifted,