"Related to me?"
Luo Chen froze. How could Mingyuan Sect's honored guests have anything to do with him?
Brimming with curiosity, Luo Chen stayed on Yanfu Mountain.
Tan Cheng emerged from Heaven Underworld Palace and came to his side.
"Wait a moment. The guests are still some distance away. It'll take them a while to arrive."
Luo Chen asked curiously, "May I ask who's coming?"
Tan Cheng smiled. "You'll know when you see them."
Fine. He was still keeping Luo Chen guessing, even now.
At a loss for words, Luo Chen changed tack.
"Fellow Daoist Tan, your cultivation is remarkable. Why spend your time greeting and seeing off visitors on Yanfu Mountain? With your abilities, whether you cultivated in seclusion or went out to oversee a region, you wouldn't go to waste."
Tan Cheng shrugged helplessly. "I don't want to, either. But Yanfu Mountain is under lockdown. All the disciples have been sent down the mountain, and the Old Ancestors need one or two disciples they trust and find useful at their side."
His words sounded helpless, but his tone was rather proud.
Of all the people in the vast Mingyuan Sect, the three elders trusted him alone. It looked like he was working himself to the bone, but wasn't that an honor reserved for him alone?
Under the Old Ancestors' favor, perhaps he would become the next Chong Ming, the next Thunder Dao Child!
Among the Nascent Soul Cultivators Luo Chen had met, Tan Cheng was relatively guileless.
He was nothing like those old Nascent Soul monsters of the Northern Sea or Eastern Wasteland, who had weathered countless storms. Instead, he resembled the newly advanced Nascent Soul Cultivators of Heaven Origin Dao Sect.
They were all flowers raised in a greenhouse, lacking hardening.
Even their rivalries mostly stayed within