Hong Yu took a deep breath, looked around at everyone, and said calmly, "I will not accept the position of Sect Leader!"
Feng Xue Xin said, "But… if you don't take it, who will be the Sect Leader?" He looked toward White Cloud Peak. "Elder Bai, perhaps you could…"
White Cloud Peak waved his hand, still looking decrepit and old.
In the past few days, the torture he had suffered was simply too much.
Wang Jiankun had vented all his resentment and fury on him.
As a result, White Cloud Peak looked at least thirty years older than he had a year ago, like a man at death's door. He had also come to see many things with a sense of detachment.
He smiled faintly. "I am already old. For my remaining days, I'll just watch over the Library Pavilion within the Sect and peacefully live out my retirement."
Seeing the once high-spirited White Cloud Peak undergo such a massive transformation, everyone fell silent.
