"I do not know! Do you have any good strategy, Dao Brother?
I hope you will not begrudge us your guidance!"
This abrupt question was like a stone cast into a stagnant pool...
In an instant!
It shattered the suffocating deadlock.
In the eyes of those Spirit Transformation old monsters, nearly devoured by despair, a faint spark of hope suddenly flared.
—Even if that flame was as dim as a dying candle in the wind?
It was enough to make their gazes burn with the desperation of drowning men clutching at driftwood.
At the same time.
Gaze after gaze focused in unison upon...
Venerable Peach Blossom, whose face was that of a youth and whose bearing was shrouded in mystery!
Then, as though they had found an outlet, urgent and pleading voices followed one after another:
"Dao Brother Peach Blossom is broad of knowledge and holds mountains and valleys within his breast. Perhaps you have some ingenious means of breaking this impasse that we have not considered?"
"Dao Brother!
At this juncture of life and death, we beg you to point us out of the maze!"
"..."
"We earnestly beg Dao Brother to enlighten us! We shall be endlessly grateful!"
In that instant, all the invisible pressure and their last desperate hope, came crashing down upon Venerable Peach Blossom—Cheng Buzheng's—shoulders like towering mountains!
As for this situation...
Cheng Buzheng felt both a flicker of surprise and a measure of helpless resignation. Just as expected.
What surprised him?
He had always believed in speaking cautiously and acting discreetly, yet at every crucial juncture, he was invariably pushed into the eye of the storm.
This damned mid-stage Spirit Transformation cultivation had once again become the "lifesaving straw" in the eyes of these old monsters.
Why was it only natural?
Because he was