Within a private room, Long Chen, Zheng Wenlong, and that Elder from the Huayun Sect were sitting and drinking tea. From Zheng Wenlong’s introduction, Long Chen learned that the Elder’s name was Old Qian.^[1]

After a simple introduction, Long Chen got straight to the point. “Within the secret realm and also now in the monastery, the only reason I was able to avoid disaster was because of brother Zheng’s assistance. I will definitely remember this favor.” 

“You’re too courteous, Long Chen. In truth, we were simply extras. Even if we hadn’t been present, with monastery head Shui, you would have been fine.” Zheng Wenlong shook his head.

Zheng Wenlong was also a magnanimous person. This time, he had truly been just an extra. Everything had been within Shui Wuhen’s control.

“No matter what, I still owe you. After all, the Huayun Sect sacrificed quite a few disciples. That truly makes me ashamed,” said Long Chen apologetically.

Within the secret realm, dozens of Huayun Sect disciples had been killed. That made Long Chen deeply apologetic, as death always brought pain with it.

Old Qian, who hadn’t said anything up to this point, finally opened...