Now that Fu Xuanming had acquired a disciple, he naturally wanted to stay and pick out a few more promising seedlings. But after seeing those true god stage experts with blazing eyes, as well as the Daoist-level higher-ups, he immediately abandoned the idea.
He knew that biting off more than one could chew would only lead to trouble. If he lingered here any longer, he would likely stir up public outrage, which would be greatly detrimental to him.
"Everyone, I have other matters to attend to, so I shall take my leave first," Fu Xuanming said calmly.
Having said that, he departed with Zhang Zhongyu.
Most people did not pay much mind to his departure, because everyone had their own targets.
However, far more gazes were clearly fixed on Yang Chen.
Yang Chen could clearly feel that he had become the center of attention. Being the focus of so many eyes made him somewhat uncomfortable.
"Your name is Yang Chen, correct?" A Daoist-level expert directly asked.
Yang Chen nodded. "This junior is indeed called Yang Chen!"
"Mm, not bad, not bad. Little fellow, would you be willing to take me, Feiguang, as your master? I, Daoist Feiguang, may not rank first or second in status within the Profound Dao Sect, but aside from the Sect Master, none can compare to me..." Daoist Feiguang was a bald, round-faced old man. As he spoke, he showed no shame whatsoever, speaking with astonishing fluency.
Before his words had even faded, the other Daoists could no longer hold back and immediately rebuked him. "Feiguang, have you no shame? You are shameless to this extent, claiming that aside from the Sect Master, you are the greatest? Bullshit! Are you saying I, Daoist Qinghe, do not exist?"
"Young Friend Yang Chen, there is no need to