The First Elder used all of his strength, but he couldn't get a word out.
The Deputy Sect Master saw this and quickly waved his hand, "Enough. Why don't you go and rest?"
A few people immediately carried the First Elder inside. Looking at their departure, the Deputy Sect Master let out a long sigh.
"Now... this sect should be managed by me," the Deputy Sect Master thought to himself.
He had long disliked the First Elder and his actions, but he did not have the right to interfere.
Now that the First Elder was seriously injured, as long as the sect master did not step out, the position could only be taken over by him.
In the next few days, the Deputy Sect Master made a bold and decisive move. First, he sent the eighteen immortals to the border to counter the people from the North Plain.
Later on, the Deputy Sect Master sent even more people to the border.
