Hearing Fufeng Daoist say this, Yang Chen finally let out a long breath.
Daoist Menghen had never taken him seriously and had been racking his brains to kill him. How could Yang Chen not be furious? It was simply that his strength was several levels below Daoist Menghen's. Even if he reported the matter to the Sect Master with irrefutable proof, the Sect Master would likely favor Daoist Menghen more.
It could not be helped. When the gap in strength was too vast, no one would reason with you.
But now that Fufeng Daoist was willing to help, the meaning was entirely different. Yang Chen refused to believe he could not deal that arrogant and overbearing Daoist Menghen a crushing blow.
After subduing the two men, Fufeng Daoist said, "Yang Chen, you were seriously injured in your fight with that Earthfire Royal Clan member. Rest here for a while before returning."
"Thank you for your concern, Senior. Half a day will be enough for this junior," Yang Chen said gently.
"Mm, half a day is fine." Fufeng Daoist waved his hand.
Hong Yue hurriedly helped Yang Chen take out medicinal pills. Being able to survive safely still felt like a dream to her, and she was naturally overjoyed.
In roughly half a day, Yang Chen's condition had recovered seven or eight tenths. Though he had not fully recovered, he was no longer as drained as before.
"Senior, we can return now," Yang Chen said.
"Mm. To be honest, avoiding that old fellow Daoist Qiangong for my business took quite some effort, and I never had the chance to explain. When we return this time, I will have to explain things to him properly. Otherwise, even for an old man like me, suddenly appearing on the battlefield is inappropriate," Fufeng Daoist