Zhang Clan.
When Lin Chuan suddenly appeared before Zhang Qing without any warning, the Zhang Clan patriarch was so frightened he nearly toppled straight out of his chair.
Ever since the incident with the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, Zhang Qing had become somewhat jumpy. Lin Chuan's method of appearing through Kamui was indeed terrifying.
"It's me!" Lin Chuan said as he looked at the sword light spreading from Zhang Qing's hand.
"You... it's you..." Seeing Lin Chuan, Zhang Qing let out a breath of relief. He looked somewhat weary, but still showed an excited expression.
"These past few days really have been difficult for your Zhang Clan," Lin Chuan said softly.
He had only picked a random clan back then and had never intended to stay for long. Yet he had unexpectedly obtained the jade silk left behind by the Maha Clan here, causing him to enter seclusion for more than half a year.
Although Qin Lang had stepped in once midway through, it had to be said that the Zhang Clan's presence had shielded them from many troubles. Especially regarding the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path—after all, no one else knew what they were doing. The eruption of such a dangerous aura could very well have led to the destruction of the entire Zhang Clan.
Yet Zhang Qing had still chosen to remain. This made Lin Chuan feel that the old man before him was rather endearing.
"Quickly select three disciples from your clan with exceptional talent and strength. Before the Ancient Immortal Realm opens, I will bestow spirit upon them and grant them greater power. Consider it compensation for disturbing you for the past half year," Lin Chuan said quietly.
He did not want to owe anyone anything. Moreover, the jade silk was indeed immensely