Four months later, someone set foot in the silent little courtyard again.
With a flash of light, Zhao Dashan appeared out of thin air beyond the courtyard gate.
Gazing at the exquisite little courtyard shrouded by a barrier, a trace of anxiety flashed through Zhao Dashan's eyes.
He flicked out a blast of gang wind with his finger, striking the barrier. The barrier immediately flickered violently, then rippled in layer after layer of waves.
More than ten breaths later, a somewhat weary Zhao Sheng pushed open the courtyard gate and walked out.
Seeing this, Zhao Dashan asked with concern, "Chong He, you don't look well. Should we postpone this for a while?"
Zhao Sheng knew what he meant and waved his hand. "No matter! Since I have already made an appointment with someone, I naturally cannot break it."
"Good. Come with this old man."
As he spoke, a halo slowly rose behind Dashan's head.
The halo swiftly expanded into a doorway. Zhao Dashan stepped through it first, and Zhao Sheng followed after him.
The two emerged from the doorway and arrived once more at the square before the Secret Pavilion.
At this moment, a gaunt old man, his face covered in wrinkles, was already waiting there. It was Zhao Jinhua, whom they had met before.
"Jinhua pays respects to Third Ancestor! Greetings, Lord Dao Child." The moment Zhao Jinhua saw the two appear, he immediately stepped forward and bowed.
Zhao Dashan's expression turned stern as he said in a deep voice, "Jinhua, this matter is of great importance. You must ensure that nothing goes wrong midway. If any mistake occurs, even ten deaths will not absolve you!"
Zhao Jinhua's expression was incomparably grave. "This grandson dares guarantee with his life that I will help the Dao Child successfully complete this