Model Master and Disciple

"I'm going into seclusion!"

After making this solemn announcement, Zhang Yang handed control of the Sword Immortal Grand Camp to He Yimou, Wu County, and Guan Shan. Qu Shang and Tao Yao had to follow him into the Evil Dream Sea battlefield to prevent any accidents, while Zhao Baiyi had to remain in the Dream Divine Kingdom outside to handle daily patrols and vigilance.

Although, in theory, no accidents could possibly happen. After all, thirty Sky-Plundering Sword Arrays were on duty every day. They could lock onto a target within one second, fire within three, and in four seconds wipe out every invading enemy, from Chicken Leg Ancient God down to the tiniest minion.

Usually, Zhang Yang, this joke-obsessed Dao Ancestor, never handled specific affairs anyway. So in practice, whether he went into seclusion or not truly made no difference.

But all of that was merely what showed on the surface.

In secret, Zhang Yang was busy with matters no one knew about. For example, this time, he planned to sneak back to his old home.

Because the ultimate core strategic objective had changed, of course. Well, actually, this matter was not that important. Given his habit of digging holes everywhere—er, of making plans wherever he pleased—there was fundamentally no such thing as an ultimate objective or a core objective. Any random plan he came up with could leave that large group of self-confident disciples outside staring in stunned disbelief, utterly doubting their lives.

After slipping out of his seclusion chamber, he appeared in the Dream Wilderness a hundred thousand kilometers away with a single thought. This place was already beyond the Dream Divine Kingdom's daily patrol range. After making a brief inspection, Zhang Yang nodded in satisfaction. Zhao Baiyi handled matters flawlessly. He was mild-tempered and meticulous—a rare talent