Yang Jian: mmp!

If True Person Huang Long had not said that, Yang Jian might really have had a flash of insight and harbored a tiny bit of suspicion.

But now that True Person Huang Long had said so much, Yang Jian definitely would not suspect anything further.

Of course, the most important thing was, just as True Person Huang Long had said, he, Yang Jian, was a man of unwavering loyalty. If a friend was in trouble, he should naturally lend a righteous hand. Why should he care what others thought?

With that thought, Yang Jian said directly, "True Person, you worry too much. We cultivators ought to act according to our hearts. Why should we care about what others think? Since you and I are friends, if you have encountered trouble, I will naturally help you. Since when do people like us hesitate and look back?"

"Alas!" Shen Gongbao let out one final sigh.

He no longer had the strength to sigh anymore.

What an innocent child. No wonder he had been so easily talked into coming along back then.

Upon hearing Yang Jian's words, True Person Huang Long secretly rejoiced, but he could not help shooting Shen Gongbao a glare—Were you done yet? Had you gotten addicted to sighing or something?

Of course, he only glared at Shen Gongbao once—he still needed to explain the situation to Yang Jian and had no time to bicker nonsense with Shen Gongbao.

He put on a conflicted expression before Yang Jian, making himself look as though this poor daoist was in a difficult position. Finally, under Yang Jian's encouraging gaze, True Person Huang Long said, "Young Master Yang is quite right. This poor Daoist has been overly fixated."

Hearing this, Yang Jian nodded in satisfaction. "It is not too late for True Person