Hearing Chen Lin's proposal, Yue Hengshan fell silent.
A long while passed.
Only then did he shake his head. "You have a point, Fellow Daoist Chen. We should indeed concentrate our strength, but Holy Temple Mountain is a long, arduous journey from here. We would have no trouble, but the people of this city..."
Chen Lin sighed inwardly.
He had oversimplified things. As an outsider, he treated this place as a Task Space, but Yue Hengshan had cultivated here, rising step by step. Naturally, he had an attachment to it.
"And so he held nothing back."
He said bluntly, "The reason I fought so hard to help defend the city was for the Truth-Restoring Brush. I have now fulfilled my promise. If you cannot produce the Truth-Restoring Brush, City Lord Yue, I will have to go to the Holy Temple myself."
"Please think this through, Fellow Daoist Chen."
Yue Hengshan tried to dissuade him.
"Although we could reach the Holy Temple in two or three days with our abilities, the journey would still be extremely dangerous. Strange beasts have severed all connections between the cities. If a large number of Beast Kings surround us, two fists may prove no match for four hands. You would be better off staying here."
"I have to go, dangerous or not."
Chen Lin spoke in a low voice.
He truly did have reasons that left him no choice.
His earlier battle with Yue Hengshan, followed by his killing of two Beast Kings, should have been enough to cause a sensation, yet the notification for the additional gambling match had still not appeared.
So.
He probably could not accomplish it here.
Chen Lin carefully analyzed the gambling match's terms. He felt that his deeds had most likely not been recognized as a miracle because his