The First Elder, though straining all his might, could not utter a word.
Seeing this, the Deputy Sect Master waved his hand and said quickly, "Alright, it's better you go and rest."
Several people immediately carried the First Elder away. Watching their departing figures, Deputy Sect Master heaved a long sigh.
"Now... I should be able to assume responsibility for the sect," the Deputy Sect Master pondered.
He had long been fed up with the First Elder's actions, but he had no right to interfere.
At present, since the First Elder was seriously injured, as long as the sect master did not take the position, it could only be filled by him.
In the next few days, the Deputy Sect Master made bold reforms, first sending the eighteen immortals to the border to resist the people from the North Plain.
Latterly, the Deputy Sect Master steadily sent more people to the border.