Three months passed quickly. Chen Changan and his companions had obtained the location of the Netherworld Mystic Realm from the sect master well before setting out.
Watching them leave, the sect master frowned slightly.
"Sect Master, are you worried about them? Or about their safety?"
"Although I've never seen them fight, I feel their strength isn't something we need to worry about."
"What I don't know is what kind of people they are. I just hope they don't stir up trouble on this trip to the Netherworld Mystic Realm."
Hearing this, the Inner Sect's Grand Elder smiled. "They're young, and prodigies at that. They're bound to have their own temperaments. As long as they don't cross any serious lines, it's no great matter."
"Even if they do cause trouble, can't the Heavenly Profound Sect handle it?"
"Sect Master, I don't think you need to worry so much. Let them make their own way."
The sect master understood that, of course, but he still felt uneasy. The more extraordinary the prodigy, the less certain he was how to handle them.
If they had been ordinary disciples, he probably wouldn't have had to put so much thought into it.
Chen Changan had his suspicions too. The sect master couldn't have suddenly entrusted them with such an important task simply because they were prodigies.
More importantly, it was a test. They barely knew one another, and a person's face revealed nothing of their heart. The sect didn't want to raise a pack of capable ingrates. That would do the Heavenly Profound Sect no good.
But since the sect master hadn't said so outright, Chen Changan saw no reason to bring it up. It was enough that they both understood.
"Big Brother, why do you think the Forgetfulness River left such a strong impression