"What exactly are you after?" Wushi Yan was no brute like Red Wolf and the others. As the Great Shaman of the Shaman Tribe Remnants, he was one of the few wise men who could transcend the confines of their homeland and understand the myriad heavens, civilizations, and Dao paths.
Li Chen said, "I'm not after anything. I simply feel that if you weren't a native here, but a rogue cultivator from the Eastern Victory Continent or the Star Sea, you might have reached Core Formation and become a Grand Artisan long ago."
"Someone like you is more outstanding than even I am now. It would be a real shame to leave you trapped here until you die. Better to let you return and continue leading the Shaman Folk and passing down the Witch Dao."
Wushi Yan's expression grew grave, his face filled with undisguised suspicion.
Suddenly, realization struck him. "You want to use me to lead my people against the evil fiends?"
He was a shaman with strength equivalent to Foundation Establishment, and he commanded immense respect among the mountain folk.
At that thought, an indescribable sorrow welled up deep within Wushi Yan.
He wanted to refuse Li Chen, but when he thought of all the Shaman Tribe's people, he could not bring himself to say it.
Li Chen stood proudly with his hands behind his back. "What, you think I'm still tangled up with those evil fiends, and need to put your old bones to work before I can deal with them?"
"You underestimate me, Li Chen, far too much."
Having defeated his powerful enemies, his Dao heart, conviction, and presence had all reached unprecedented heights. Even his calm words carried an imposing force wholly unlike before.
Wushi Yan keenly sensed the change in Li Chen's presence as