Yang Chen now stood rooted to the spot, wavering indecisively.
How was he supposed to help the Ling family solve this difficult problem? Though his status as a core disciple was noble, he held no real authority.
When he had agreed to Ling Xiu back then, it had merely been because she would not stop crying, and his heart had softened for a moment.
Now, even if he wanted to go back on his word, it was already too late.
Yang Chen shook his head and paced back and forth for quite some time before muttering to himself, "At this point, I can only go all out and keep treating lies as truth."
He had initially claimed that Fufeng Daoist was his master, so now he would have to seek out Fufeng Daoist.
He would treat a dead horse as if it were alive and try to cure it. He could no longer worry about so much.
Thus, the next day, Yang Chen set out for Fufeng Daoist's residence. He had even specifically inquired about it beforehand. Fufeng Daoist did not live atop the Seven Peaks, but halfway up Purple Forest Peak among the Seven Peaks.
Only Daoist-level experts could reside there, enjoying peace and quiet for cultivation—a privilege unavailable to other disciples and Elders.
After all, Daoist-level experts were the true peak powerhouses of the Profound Dao Sect.
For ordinary inner sect disciples, let alone meeting Fufeng Daoist, simply getting close to his residence would have been impressive enough.
Only Yang Chen, as a core disciple, had somewhat broader connections. Even so, he was stopped outside by the daoist acolyte at Fufeng Daoist's side.
The daoist acolyte had red lips and white teeth, appearing only fourteen or fifteen years old, yet his cultivation had reached the lofty Earth Martial