Wu Changming, that old fellow, was nothing but an unlucky bastard, a loser in political struggles. He had painstakingly built up the northern lands for decades, only for Gu Mingyue to pluck the peach from his tree. He was simply the biggest sucker alive.
"Ever since we heard that you would soon arrive at Qingcheng Mountain, the various temple elders had already invited Elder Wu Changming back. Wu Changming is now waiting for you in the mountain." Bai He wore an expression of utmost humility as he spoke to Zhang Chen with profound respect.
Zhang Chen fell thoughtful at those words. Bringing Wu Changming back was beyond his expectations, yet also perfectly reasonable.
Everyone knew that his ascent to the Yellow Heaven Dao this time boded ill. Naturally, they had to make ample preparations and give him as satisfactory an explanation as possible.
As for why they had not fled?
Knowing full well that Zhang Chen possessed supernatural methods, how could they willingly remain in the mountain and await death?
It was simply that they could not bear to abandon the foundation they had struggled so hard to build, the Yellow Heaven Dao's eternal legacy, that inexhaustible glory and wealth. Who could give all that up?
Besides, even if they abandoned everything and fled down the mountain, could they escape Zhang Chen's pursuit?
Below the mountain, soldiers and horses were in chaos—a scene from a Chaotic World. If they fled down the mountain and lost the Yellow Heaven Dao's support behind them, they would surely meet miserable ends.
"It has been some years since I last saw Master." A trace of reminiscence appeared in Zhang Chen's eyes. Ever since Wu Changming had taught him the subsequent Qi-refining methods within the Spiritual World, Wu Changming's whereabouts had become unknown. Zhang Chen