Now that he thought about it, Zhou Qing's previous indifference towards Yang Chen might not necessarily have been harmful to him. On the contrary, it was helping him. If he didn't have the strength to be Sect Leader, he could at least save his life.
As Zhou Qing said, the prerequisite for being the Sect Leader was to have the strength.
Bitter medicine cures illness.
Yang Chen thought it over in his heart. He indeed needed Zhou Qing's help, and recommending Zhou Qing wasn't a difficult task for him. However, first, he needed to figure out if the person who tried to assassinate him today was Zhou Qing or not.
With this thought in mind, Yang Chen said, "Vice Sect Master Zhou, at noon tomorrow, I will convene a meeting of all the people of the Luo Shengmen Sect. Tomorrow, I will give you my answer!"
"I understand." Hearing Yang Chen's reply, Zhou Qing didn't hesitate and left.
Seeing Zhou Qing leave, Yang Chen reached out and grabbed the unconscious masked assassin.