He had a fearsome reputation in the Primordial World, ruling over the Sea of Blood. To outsiders, he was a mighty overlord in his own right.
Yet compared to Saint Chen Changsheng and Changsheng Palace, he was nothing more than an ant.
Was someone like him truly worthy of joining Changsheng Palace?
Seeing Minghe hesitate and struggle to speak, acting as bashfully as a young girl despite being a hegemon, Chen Changsheng felt rather helpless.
He could only turn to Zhen Yuanzi beside him.
Since Minghe had been brought here by Zhen Yuanzi, Zhen Yuanzi surely knew something of why he had come.
Sure enough, before Chen Changsheng could ask, Zhen Yuanzi understood and stepped forward at once.
"Palace Master, Fellow Daoist Minghe has traveled a great distance because he wishes to join Changsheng Palace."
"I saw that his attitude was sincere and that his heart was devoted to the Dao. I could not bear to refuse him, so I took it upon myself to bring him here."
Having said this, Zhen Yuanzi also apologized to Chen Changsheng.
"I acted first and reported afterward, which was indeed discourteous. I ask the Palace Master for forgiveness. Whether Minghe stays or leaves shall be decided by the Palace Master."
"Oh, so that was the case? It is no matter."
Chen Changsheng nodded, signaling Zhen Yuanzi not to dwell on it.
Then he turned to Minghe and smiled faintly.
"Did you truly come here to join Changsheng Palace?"
As Zhen Yuanzi spoke, Minghe had already grown anxious, his heart hanging in his throat.
When Chen Changsheng suddenly questioned him, he jolted and instinctively looked toward Zhen Yuanzi.
Zhen Yuanzi glared at him in exasperation. How could he be so lacking in awareness?
If the Palace Master had not been present, Zhen Yuanzi would