Duobao frowned, feeling that something was not quite right. Is his junior brother actively giving up his position? The image of Zhao Gongming surfaced in his mind—decent talent and integrity, indeed suitable to be the Outer Disciple Leader.
Bai Jin spoke with a tone of grievance, "Master, you have deceived your disciple's feelings."
Tongtian coughed dismissively, "Nonsense!"
Bai Jin turned to look at Duobao, his eyes lighting up as he hurriedly said, "Master, most of the Outer Disciples look up to Senior Brother as their leader. Maybe we should let Senior Brother take on the role of the Outer Disciple Leader! I think he would be quite appropriate."
Duobao's eyelids twitched twice, and he quickly responded with modest opposition, "I shouldn't. I have no management experience; I only lecture them on the Tao, and they only have respect for me, not awe."
Tongtian spoke sternly, "Bai Jin, stop this foolishness! You are without a doubt the one to become the Outer Disciple Leader."
