Li Changsheng sat in his chair with a dazed gaze, lost in thought for a long time, until Lu Shouyang, Grand Elder of the Discipline Academy, and Zhifei Zi, Grand Elder of the Sorcerer Academy, entered the hall together.
Seeing Li Changsheng sitting blankly at the head of the hall, Zhifei Zi frowned slightly.
Why was this Doughface Li slacking off?
The formation here was being set up for the Blood-Yazi Saint Inheritor. The sooner they completed it, the sooner they could rest easy.
Yet this fellow had stirred up such an enormous mess and still had the gall to sit here doing nothing?
Could he not see all the people here running themselves ragged over this?
Lu Shouyang gave a cold laugh and narrowed his eyes. "How leisurely you are, Sect Master. What grand sect policy are you pondering? Why not tell your junior brother about it?"
Li Changsheng blinked his mung-bean eyes. Once he came back to his senses, his face darkened.
He had not been slacking off on purpose!
Then Li Changsheng remembered what had happened inside the secret realm. His expression immediately turned solemn, and he became thoroughly self-assured.
"It was time for Chu Xisheng's Divine Grace Challenge just now. I sensed it and wanted to keep an eye on him to prevent any accidents."
Lu Shouyang snorted, unmoved.
Indeed, it had been time for Chu Xisheng's second Divine Grace Challenge not long ago.
But how long had it been since then?
More than half a quarter-hour had passed, and Li Changsheng was still sitting in his chair.
At such a critical moment, even his mount-that lazy donkey-would not dare take a break like this!
Of course, there was nothing they could do to their sect master. This was merely their way of expressing their displeasure