Compared with Ouyang, who was stirring up wind and rain in the Nine Hells, Chen Changsheng's affairs seemed quite ordinary.
Carrying the Sect Master's written decree, Chen Changsheng took another uneasy look at his Eldest Senior Brother, who had come to see him off, then stepped into the teleportation formation with a heart full of worries.
This time, he was going to retrieve his greatest trump card, so he had to take every part of his Divine Soul with him. With him absent from Little Mountain Peak, Chen Changsheng had a hundred thousand worries.
"Wait for me! Eldest Senior Brother, once I finish this, I'll be able to verify whether my suspicions are correct!" Chen Changsheng turned to look at Bie San, who lay on his shoulder, his gaze resolute.
The instant he vanished into the teleportation formation, he could still faintly hear the disciples guarding the Mountain-Guarding Grand Formation blocking Ouyang and begging him, wailing for their fathers and mothers.
"Senior Brother Ouyang, you really can't fleece us anymore! You can't do this every time you visit!"
"Senior Brother Ouyang, the next batch of Spirit Stones hasn't arrived yet. Next time! You can pry them out next time..."
My Eldest Senior Brother really is as forthright as ever!
Chen Changsheng chuckled, and his heavy heart suddenly relaxed.
Amid a dazzling array of colors, Chen Changsheng felt the world spin before his eyes, and then he landed in front of the Teleportation Gate.
A cultivator in the Mahayana Realm stood at the head of the group, looking at him. He raised his hands in greeting and asked, "May I ask if you are Chen Changsheng, the Holy Son of the Azure Cloud Sect?"
Dressed in purple, Chen Changsheng looked at the cultivator before him, a faint smile appearing on the