Yang Chen's words truly came as a surprise, leaving many Daoist experts who had been full of anticipation, waiting to see whether he would become their disciple, completely dumbfounded.
Yang Chen had simply pulled this move—he would acknowledge none of them as his master.
What was going on?
Quite a few people stared at one another wide-eyed, then looked at Sect Master Chen Yangqi, or at Yang Chen.
At first, Chen Yangqi thought Yang Chen looked down on every one of them, and anger naturally rose in his heart. Yet after fixing his gaze on Yang Chen, he quickly understood quite a bit.
"What do you mean by that, Young Friend Yang Chen?" Chen Yangqi asked unhurriedly.
Yang Chen bowed. "How could this junior possibly deserve to have all the seniors quarrel over me? It would be better for this junior to acknowledge no one as master, so that all the seniors may have some peace and quiet."
He had not originally considered doing this. It was merely the best of bad options. After all, if these Daoist experts truly came to blows over him, he would not necessarily gain anything no matter whom he chose.
Even if he pleased one person, he would inevitably estrange himself from the others. The losses would outweigh the gains.
So, he might as well offend no one and curry favor with no one. They could still meet amicably in the future.
Hearing Yang Chen's answer, Chen Yangqi nodded in satisfaction.
These Daoist masters were all old monsters who had lived for who knew how many years, and their minds were equally sharp. With merely a blink of the eye, they understood Yang Chen's intentions. The gloom on their faces vanished like smoke in thin air, replaced instead by delight.
Who would have thought