After Daoist Yunshang finished speaking, the judges from every side returned to their respective factions.
Daoist Bai Xing and Daoist Xunyang did so, and Daoist Qiangong and Daoist Xunyang also swiftly returned, descending into their own faction's ranks.
Seeing Daoist Qiangong return, everyone from the Profound Dao Sect cried out in delight, "Patriarch!"
"Martial Ancestor Uncle, you're back."
"Wonderful, Martial Ancestor Uncle."
After all, this involved an attack by the foreign races. Although Daoist Yunshang had made it sound easy, saying that the foreign races had already fallen into their trap, everyone had still been badly frightened and found it hard to accept. Daoist Qiangong's return was like a calming draught for them all, putting many at ease.
Daoist Qiangong frowned tightly. "Look at how panicked you all are. Hmph, now that the foreign races have come, they have delivered themselves straight into the net. When we head to the battlefield shortly, just slaughter those foreign races to your hearts' content. All right, follow behind me. Yang Chen, come here."
Yang Chen was rather surprised, but he still followed Daoist Qiangong's instructions and stayed close at his side.
Daoist Qiangong did not rush to say anything to Yang Chen. He merely instructed those below to advance in succession and follow behind Daoist Yunshang.
As they moved forward, Daoist Qiangong finally turned his gaze toward Yang Chen.
The more he looked at Yang Chen now, the more pleasing he found him. He burst into hearty laughter. "Yang Chen, you did well this time! Hahaha, you truly brought honor to our Profound Dao Sect. How would you like this old man to reward you?"
"Um, Martial Ancestor Uncle Qiangong, haven't you already rewarded this junior?" Yang Chen asked in confusion.
"That was at the beginning. It is not the same matter. At