"Too noisy."
Before Lu Yang had even finished speaking, Guangming, who had been wailing just moments ago, abruptly fell silent. He knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head, feeling as though he had fallen into an ice pit.
Yet Lu Yang remained amiable, personally reaching out to help him up.
"How have you been in the Pure Land?"
"Thank you for your concern, True Person."
Sweat poured down Guangming's face as he swallowed and replied in a trembling voice, "Thanks to True Person's mercy in sparing this humble monk's life, this humble monk has been doing fairly well in the Pure Land."
"Oh?" Lu Yang raised a brow. "Did you receive some benefit?"
"No! No!"
Guangming shook his head frantically and hastily said, "It was only that Master promoted me to the position of chief disciple of Hidden Dragon Temple. Other than that, there was nothing else."
"I see." Lu Yang nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, very good."
Only then did he finally get to the point. "To be honest, I have a small matter that requires some help. Would Fellow Daoist Guangming be willing to lend me a hand?"
Of course he was unwilling!
Guangming's heart turned cold, but his face showed eager anticipation. "To brave boiling water and tread through fire for True Person would be a blessing this humble monk cultivated over eight lifetimes!"
Hearing this, Lu Yang's smile grew even kinder. He said gently, "Don't worry, it's only a small matter. I currently have an excellent subordinate named Zhao Xuhe. Like me, he cultivates the Nine Transformations Dragon Art, and he has long since reached the peak of Qi Refining. Recently, he has been planning to charge into Foundation Establishment."
"When the time comes, I will personally conceal him."
Lu Yang spoke casually,