"

Chen Changan had a loving look on his face and stretched out his hand to rub Li Bingyun's head.

"Thank you Master for your upbringing. Bingyun will never forget it!"

Li Bingyun's cold face flashed a blush as his head was rubbed.

Then he suddenly said: "Master, rub this side too, you just rubbed it to the wrong side."

Chen Changan's mouth twitched.

My apprentice's obsessive-compulsive disorder is really strong.

He could only rub Li Bingyun's head again.

"Bingyun, I'm looking for you this time because I want to ask you something. Because of our long-term friendship, you must agree to it."

"Master, tell me!"

"I plan to hand over the sect to you. You will be the sect leader."

He had to explain everything before he died.

The Chang'an Sect he founded more than two hundred years ago has now become the strongest sect in the mainland.

It is known as the Holy Land of Cultivation.

One hundred thousand disciples.

Wan Zong worships.

Li Bingyun was stunned for a moment and said quickly: "Master, I can't do it!"

"Besides you, I can't think of anyone more qualified for this position."

Chen Changan just wants to hand over his sect to the person closest to him and the most trustworthy person.

And Li Bingyun, considered his daughter, is the best candidate.

"Master, you can just keep doing this! If you feel that managing the sect is tiring, just hide behind the scenes and leave the complicated affairs to me!"

She knew that her strength and abilities were far inferior to those of some senior elders.

He is completely unqualified to be a clan leader and cannot convince the public.

Chen Changan fell silent.

The sunset on the horizon has disappeared and the sky has become dark.

The world was silent.

Chen Changan looked at Li Bingyun, but still couldn't hold it back, and said with a wry smile:

"Bingyun, Master, I am going to die."

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