Ye Qingchen had no intention of forcibly rescuing his father, so he disguised himself as a merchant. Not far from the Xuan Ore Cave, he asked around about the situation before heading inside.
Five hundred meters from the entrance, disciples of the Heavenly Profound Sect stopped Ye Qingchen.
"Halt your carriage! What's your business here?"
Ye Qingchen smiled, hopped down from the carriage, and said to the disciple who had stopped him, "Sir, I am a traveling merchant. I would like to speak with the person in charge here to discuss a deal."
The Heavenly Profound Sect disciple furrowed his brows. He looked at Ye Qingchen's absurdly young face, which hardly seemed like that of a merchant. However, seeing Ye Qingchen ostentatiously riding a Raging Cloud Horse, he figured the young man's identity couldn't be simple.
Therefore, the disciple hesitated. Ye Qingchen smiled, clasped his hands respectfully, and discreetly slipped a low-grade Spirit Stone into the man's hand.
