Chen Sanliang was utterly speechless upon hearing this. What kind of muddled nonsense was this?
Had he been taken advantage of?
Zhang Chen looked at Chen Sanliang's embarrassed expression and smiled lightly to dissolve his awkwardness. "Old Master, there is no need for such formalities. Otherwise, when my master returns someday, it will be difficult for us to sort out seniority, and I will not be able to answer to my master."
Chen Sanliang quickly took up the words. "Father, Zhang Chen is not an outsider. Do not stand on ceremony with him."
After much back-and-forth, Old Master Chen finally stopped insisting, and Zhang Chen took his leave.
Back in the capital, Zhang Chen did not know Chen Sanliang's plans for what came next, but he knew that the Demon Race had certainly made ample preparations to face the approaching Great Tribulation of the Dharma Ending Age.
Time hurried by. To the people within the capital, everything seemed to have returned to calm. Every violent storm had been kept outside the city by the Great Victory Royal Family. Aside from the somewhat tense atmosphere within the city, there was nothing unusual.
At midnight on the tenth day, Zhang Chen was sitting cross-legged in his room reading when his expression suddenly changed drastically. The Immortal Dao origin within his body began quietly flowing out. Even the Suppression Talisman could no longer suppress the origin inside him. Even the power within the Suppression Talisman itself began flowing into the great world.
"The Great Tribulation of the Dharma Ending Age has arrived!" Zhang Chen looked at the Immortal Dao origin leaking from all around him, his face becoming exceedingly grim. He was like a deflated leather ball, his origin continuously pouring from the pores of his skin into the great world.
"If I