Yue Canglan immediately shook his head. "I wouldn't dare call myself your savior. Not at all!"
Fang Chen smiled faintly. "Senior Canglan, you're being too modest!"
Yue Canglan shook his head sharply. "Out with it. You've helped me like this, so you must have another motive!"
After serving as the Chaos Holy Lord for so long, Yue Canglan could tell at a glance that Fang Chen had another motive.
Fang Chen looked at Yue Canglan and said, "Senior Canglan, you really are sharp. I do have another motive!"
"What motive?"
Yue Canglan immediately pressed him.
"To help the Chaos Holy Land grow stronger," Fang Chen said.
"Help the Chaos Holy Land grow stronger?"
Yue Canglan, Saint Lei Yun, and Heavenly Seal Saint were all stunned. They had thought Fang Chen had helped the Chaos Holy Land because he wanted to make some demand of Yue Canglan. Instead, his goal was to make the Chaos Holy Land stronger? What the hell kind of motive was that?
Yue Canglan shook his head slightly. "Fellow Daoist Fang Chen, stop joking around, would you?"
Fang Chen immediately shook his head. "Senior Canglan, I'm not joking. I'm serious!"
Fang Chen met Yue Canglan's gaze, his eyes utterly sincere. As Yue Canglan stared into them, his instincts told him Fang Chen was not joking. He meant every word.
Yue Canglan drew a deep breath. He knew Fang Chen must still have some other reason, so he asked, "Why?"
"Because I sense a looming crisis," Fang Chen said gravely.
"A looming crisis?"
Yue Canglan looked at Fang Chen, his gaze gradually sharpening. He knew Fang Chen's strength was no longer what it had once been. Fang Chen could stand shoulder to shoulder with a Quasi-Emperor; he had even sent the Great Sun Buddha Emperor fleeing in disgrace.