"Don't call me Sect Leader. I'm only the interim. Some things can be said, but other things shouldn't be said carelessly..."
Primordial Mountain.
Sixth level, in a mansion.
True Master Duobao slowly poured tea and took a leisurely sip. Though an Elder of the Primordial Sect, he knew that while some things could be coveted, others could not. Power, wealth, Realm... not things everyone could get their hands on.
"Yes, yes. I misspoke. I deserve to..."
Ye Yuanji was terrified, raising his right hand and lightly patting his own cheek.
His flattery had backfired. He had thought Duobao would love the title, but he never expected the man to be so cautious. It seemed he had his own standards after all.
"The Primordial Sect can only have one voice. I am merely managing things on behalf of the Sect Leader. Once the Sect Leader comes out of seclusion, our Primordial Sect might even be promoted to a Nascent Soul-level power."
