Half a month later.
On the eve of the Sect Master election conference.
In the Rakshasa Palace of Cangming Sect, a wild and unrestrained laughter resonated:
"Ahahaha, truly heaven assists me!"
"I was originally worried that the old ancestor would last until tomorrow, cheering for that little girl! Unexpectedly... Heaven aids me, not Ye! Hahaha!"
"Speaking of... Nangong Supreme, there shouldn't be any mistake with this news, right?"
The Lord of Rakshasa Palace, the Fierce Tiger Taoist, glanced doubtfully at the purple-bearded old man beside him.
"Ah, does the Fierce Tiger Lord still not trust this old man?"
Nangong Fang clicked his tongue and said, "Based on information this old man obtained from a few Ye family Supremes, the old ancestor actually passed away half a month ago!"
