"All right, I agree to represent Little Maoshan in this Three Realms Martial Meet." The promise he had made to his granduncle-master all those years ago surfaced in Shen Luo's mind. At last, he made up his mind and turned around.
"Excellent! Fellow Daoist Shen, you truly are a decisive man. Then I, Chen Shiyuan, also pledge to let the Spring Autumn Temple return to its ancestral roots and rejoin the Little Maoshan lineage, and to protect it against threats from the Heavenly Yin Sect!" Overjoyed, Chen Shiyuan sprang to his feet and thumped his chest as he spoke.
Qin Guan lowered his eyes, his heart surging with excitement as he silently thanked Shen Luo for his kindness.
"How much longer until the Three Realms Martial Meet begins?" Shen Luo asked.
"It will begin in about ten days. You can take this opportunity to make some preparations, Fellow Daoist Shen. If you need my help, just ask." Chen Shiyuan took out a voice-transmission formation disk and handed it over.
"Thank you." Shen Luo accepted it without standing on ceremony.
The two discussed the important details of the Three Realms Martial Meet for a while longer, after which Chen Shiyuan said he needed to inspect the other branches and took his leave.
Shen Luo did not try to keep him and personally escorted him out.
"Junior Brother Shen, the Three Realms Martial Meet is quite dangerous. Are you confident?" Qin Guan could not help asking as he watched Chen Shiyuan leave.
"Rest assured, Senior Brother Qin. I know what I'm doing," Shen Luo said with a smile.
Only then did Qin Guan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, settle a little, though worry still filled his expression.
After a little idle conversation, Qin Guan also took his leave.
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