"Yes!"
Saint Honghe nodded slightly and held out his hand.
Fang Chen placed his hand on Saint Honghe's wrist and sent his spiritual sense into his body to examine him.
After examining him, Fang Chen found many problems. Cracks had even appeared in his Foundation Establishment Dao Platform. Fang Chen could tell they had not been there since Saint Honghe first reached Foundation Establishment; they had appeared recently. The aura of Heavenly Punishment Divine Lightning still lingered on them, so they had likely formed during his tribulation.
For a Human Race cultivator, the Foundation Establishment Dao Platform was the foundation of the Great Dao. Any problem with it was extremely serious.
If this went untreated, Saint Honghe would find it almost impossible to advance his cultivation. Forcing a breakthrough could even cause his Foundation Establishment Dao Platform to collapse.
Fang Chen looked at Saint Honghe, but Saint Honghe did not dare meet his eyes. He knew Fang Chen must have discovered what was wrong with him.
Fang Chen gave him a helpless smile. "Uncle-Master Honghe, you shouldn't have done this. This is no small problem. All of you are treasures to the sect now. How could you hide something like this from me and everyone else?"
Embarrassment crossed Saint Honghe's face. "I just didn't want to cause trouble for the sect."
"Ah!"
Fang Chen shook his head slightly. He knew Saint Honghe meant it. These people devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the sect.
But the Glazed Sword Sect was no longer what it had once been. Fang Chen said, "Uncle-Master Honghe, things are different for the Glazed Sword Sect now. We have powerful cultivators and resources. Some time ago, I helped the Dragon Race of the South Sea destroy a Devil Race lair and seized a great many treasures. They could