Hearing that Lu Yunxiao had a solution, Ying Xuanzi and the others all breathed a sigh of relief, delight appearing on their faces.
What they feared most was hearing Lu Yunxiao say those three words: no solution.
Because if even Lu Yunxiao had no way, then Zhou Tong would likely truly be beyond saving.
Fortunately, Lu Yunxiao still had the means to resolve this problem.
"I knew you were the best."
Ying Huanhuan gripped Lu Yunxiao's hand tightly, her little face full of excitement.
If Senior Brother Zhou Tong, the most outstanding figure in Dao Sect's history, could be saved, what a wonderful thing that would be.
Not only would it be a great joy for Dao Sect, but it would also remove the thorn that had been lodged in her father's heart for more than a century.
More than a century ago, in order to preserve Dao Sect, he had not acted to save Senior Brother Zhou Tong, resulting in Zhou Tong falling into Yuan Sect's hands.
This matter had tormented her father for nearly a hundred years.
If Senior Brother Zhou Tong could be brought back, her father's heart would finally receive some comfort.
This was Ying Huanhuan's concern and consideration as a daughter for her aging father.
Hearing Ying Huanhuan's words, Lu Yunxiao smiled, rubbed the little girl's head, and looked calm.
"Young Master, could I ask you to lend us your aid?"
After hesitating for a moment, Ying Xuanzi ultimately cast aside his old pride and pleaded with Lu Yunxiao.
In truth, Dao Sect already owed Lu Yunxiao a great deal.
By rights, they should not trouble him with anything else.
Yet Zhou Tong held immense significance for both Dao Sect and himself.
He could not stand by and watch Zhou Tong die.
Thus, he could