Above the clouds, there was clearly a human figure standing.
Meng Chuan could faintly sense the presence.
He guessed that Sect Leader Chen was worried about the ambush he encountered on the mountain.
At this moment, he felt uneasy and personally came out to escort him.
As the words fell, he saw a ray of light breaking through the sea of clouds and moving in the opposite direction.
At the same time, a voice reached his ear:
"Possessing the core True Martial techniques, you are undoubtedly a disciple of our Wudang. I hope you remain diligent in the future and continue to promote and expand.
The protection of empire and eternal youth is also your obligation as the bearer of the Demon-Suppressing Divine Power."
Meng Chuan nodded in agreement:
"Disciple... understands."
A voice at his ear sounded somewhat happy:
