The old man raised an eyebrow.
"You want Senior Brother Qingxiao to intervene?"
"Exactly." Daoist Wuzhen gritted his teeth. "Senior Brother Qingxiao is a Sixth-Rank Tribulation Immortal. If he would make an appearance and visit the Netherworld Trench, those petty villains would never dare cause trouble again."
The old man pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
"Oh, Wuzhen, Wuzhen. You're treating Senior Brother Qingxiao like a bodyguard."
"Forgive me, Master!" Cold sweat beaded on Daoist Wuzhen's forehead.
"Enough." The old man waved a hand. "Chen Changqing is indeed a promising seedling. I just divined the heavenly secrets, and this boy is blessed with immense fortune. He is certain to achieve great things someday. Shushan loses nothing by protecting him."
He rose, his figure flickering through the void before disappearing into the depths of the Star Sea.
At the entrance to the Fifth Heavenly Palace, Daoist Wuzhen stood respectfully outside the stone doors, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.
He had already waited there for the time it took an incense stick to burn.
Not a sound came from behind the stone doors, as though the entire world had fallen into eternal silence.
Just as Daoist Wuzhen began to wonder whether his master had actually gone to seek help, the stone doors suddenly gave a deep rumble.
The doors slowly opened.
A figure in blue emerged. It was Wuzhen's master, Daoist Qingyuan, Shushan's sect master from two generations ago, who had reached the fifth-level tribulation immortal stage.
Behind Daoist Qingyuan followed a tall, imposing old man.
His hair and beard were white, but his face was as rosy as a baby's. His eyes shone brightly, and a heart-rattling pressure radiated from his entire body.
A Sixth-Rank Tribulation Immortal, True Lord Qingxiao.
Daoist Wuzhen hurried forward and bowed. "Disciple Wuzhen