"If I were in the position of those holding Imperial Honors, would I still prioritize Xuantian Sect's interests above all?" Xuan Lingzi questioned himself internally.
He fell into silence because he didn't know the answer.
But there's one thing he understands: merely sitting in the seat of Xuantian Sect Leader, he already has his own ideas; he wouldn't adhere to everything his master says without a second thought. Surely, his master has sensed this; otherwise, he wouldn't be saying these things right now.
In other words, if not sensed, why would his master explain things to him, and why would he need a reason? You must know that in the past, whatever his master said was what it was, and he never objected.
A cold wind howled from the mountain peak, and Xuan Lingzi, already a proven True Immortal impervious to cold and heat, suddenly felt as if his back was soaked in sweat.
