Yang Chen had not expected Zhang He to reach such a conclusion. Though he felt rather stifled, considering that Zhang He had saved him, he did not take it too much to heart.
He followed Zhang He out of the small room and swept his gaze over the surroundings.
With his Spirit Resonance Divine Eye and divine soul, it was not difficult for him to take in a small faction at a glance.
Yet what surprised him was that, by his understanding, this was merely one of a sect's Twelve Great Branches. In theory, it truly counted as a small faction.
But such a small faction stretched beyond the reach of his sight. One had to know that these were his Spirit Resonance Divine Eyes, not ordinary eyes; they could see through vast distances, yet he still could not glimpse the edge of this branch.
This small faction alone occupied more territory than their Northern Territory Sect. Just how powerful, then, must the Profound Dao Sect that encompassed all these branches be?
While Yang Chen was filled with curiosity, he followed Zhang He to a mountain path.
They were at the foot of the mountain, and the path now led straight upward. There was no shortage of people coming and going, but what puzzled Yang Chen was that they all chose to walk the mountain path rather than fly with true qi. It was truly strange. After all, with a single glance, he had already spotted quite a few experts among them.
These people varied in strength, most of them around the Heavenly Martial Realm. Those somewhat older, who looked like Elders, had reached as high as the Spirit Disk Stage and Body Integration Realm.
Whenever Zhang He saw these people, he did not dare show the slightest disrespect. He