Grand Ancestor Sun accepted the hundred-odd drops of Gold Yang Liquid and praised Yang Chen to the skies, smiling so broadly his mouth would not close. "Yang Chen, good, very good. You did extremely well."
Compared to the other factions, the Profound Dao Sect had truly struck it rich this time.
Yang Chen bowed slightly. "Grand Ancestor Sun, I need to make a trip to the Taiyi Sect."
"Oh? It is regarding Zhang Xuelian, isn't it? I understand. Go on." Grand Ancestor Sun waved his hand, knowing what Yang Chen intended to do.
Yang Chen did not waste any more words and swiftly departed, heading straight for the Taiyi Sect.
By the time he arrived at the Taiyi Sect, Situ Zhennan's lingering anger had only just subsided. Seeing Yang Chen come here, he did not know what Yang Chen wanted.
After all, Zhao Sikong's death was inseparably tied to Yang Chen, so his expression and attitude toward Yang Chen could hardly be called pleasant.
One had to know that the Taiyi Sect had also suffered grievous losses. That was precisely why he had been so unwilling to kill Zhao Sikong. Zhao Sikong had been a Dao Venerable expert of extraordinary strength.
Thus, his tone was noticeably unfriendly as he said, "Yang Chen, what are you doing here?"
"To fulfill our agreement. Heavenly Venerate Situ, this is my Gold Yang Liquid—fifty drops, not one more and not one less. You may count them." Yang Chen spoke.
Hearing this, Heavenly Venerate Situ suddenly rejoiced.
"Gold Yang Liquid?"
He had originally been worrying over it. Quite a few people from the Taiyi Sect had died unexpectedly, so naturally they had gathered very little Gold Yang Liquid. Yet Yang Chen had now delivered it directly to him, and judging from the small vial, there