Yang Chen could see it clearly now.
This trip to the Nine Dragon Branch had originally been undertaken by King Daoguang and Madam Qiumei. However, because they lacked enough people, it had been shelved all this time and never carried out.
He could not help asking, "If we wait for other Daoist friends, how many more do we need? And roughly how long will we have to wait?"
"At the very least, two more people. As for the time, that is hard to say. Madam Qiumei and Brother Daoguang have already waited here for around two years," Gu Duanhe said.
Madam Qiumei spoke gently, "This humble one does not mind waiting another two years. In any case, Brother Daoguang and I still have not finished our game of chess. Waiting a little longer would be no trouble. After all, this mission does carry a measure of danger. Only with enough people can we ensure that nothing goes wrong."
Gu Duanhe looked at Yang Chen and could only shake his head helplessly. "Daoist Friend Yang Chen, what do you think...?"
Yang Chen understood what he meant. Wait another two years? He had neither that much time nor that much patience.
Compared with these old monsters who had lived for millions of years, he was far behind.
After giving it some thought, Yang Chen said, "How about this? There is no need to wait for more people. I, Yang, believe that with my strength, I can barely fill the vacancies left by those two. If you are willing, then there is no need to spend another two years waiting."
Upon hearing this, Madam Qiumei and King Daoguang exchanged glances. They were not especially convinced by Yang Chen's words. It sounded more like he was being driven onto the rack, merely making up