True Master Yun Miao was truly reluctant to let go.
Fortunately, Senior Uncle Qing Guang didn't dwell on the matter and changed the topic: "Junior Brother, have you heard about the recent rumors within the sect about the head of the Golden Immortals?"
"You must be joking, Senior Brother. Such matters are beyond my wildest dreams."
Ling Xuzi forced a faint smile. Despite his words, his eyes flickered with uncertainty as he stared into the void.
Indeed, if the Sect Hierarch were to choose twelve Golden Immortals to oversee the affairs of the Four Continents, there was no way it would be his turn.
But the situation was clear now; even among the Golden Immortals who transcend both realms, there still needed to be a ranking, and this ranking influenced how much incense each sect could receive after the disaster.
Given the current state of Lingxu Cave, it was likely to be on the fringes of the fringes.
