Chong Yingluan's Thoughts, Shen Gongbao's Thoughts, Boundless Heavenly Venerate, Greetings, Fellow Daoists

A line of fast horses galloped down the official road.

Chong Yingluan led his trusted men onward at full speed, his face cold and expressionless.

Yet his heart was filled with gravity.

He was afraid that something might go wrong on this journey!

His uncle, Chong Houhu, was imposing and commanding, with countless talented people under his command—capable experts, fierce generals, and clever strategists beyond number!

Not only did he control hundreds of thousands of troops in the Northern Lands, but the feudal lords under him responded to his every call.

With a single rallying cry, he could probably raise well over a million soldiers!!!

And now, Chong Yingluan had to deal with such a figure. He truly felt panicked inside.

And would this string of Buddhist prayer beads his father had given him really work?

When had his father gone somewhere to obtain these prayer beads?

When had that master become his father's right-hand man? Why did Chong Yingluan have no memory of it at all, yet still felt strangely familiar?

How strange...

As Chong Yingluan raced onward, he gradually put that thought aside.

Instead, he began considering how to plan the next steps and lure Chong Houhu out.

Auspicious clouds drifted through the sky.

Shen Gongbao walked upon the clouds, his face filled with gloom.

Whenever he thought of what Immortal Elder Nanji had told him, his heart filled with numbness and resentment.

After all, Jiang Ziya was certainly inferior to him in every way. Over the years, Shen Gongbao had helped Jiang Ziya many times without asking for anything in return.

Who would have thought that Jiang Ziya would repay kindness with betrayal?

Not only had he stabbed Shen Gongbao in the back after all those years of friendship, he had even slandered him before a