Hearing the black-robed man's words, Lin Qingyuan was shocked. "Sect Master, aren't your words a little too bold? It's fine if I heard such words today, but I'll pretend not to hear them."
The black-robed man chuckled. "Master Lin, as a man, have you never thought of experiencing the feeling of standing at the peak of power?"
The black-robed man usually spoke very calmly, but when he said this at this moment, his emotions clearly rose.
Lin Qingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly. "Sect Master has held power for a long time, so you're naturally not unfamiliar with this feeling."
The black-robed man shook his head. "That's different."
This power that was controlled by others was fundamentally different from that power that dominated everything.
Standing in the high hall and watching thousands of troops crawl under one's feet and enjoying the worship of the people was a man's lifelong pursuit.
