When Chen Daoyan left the dilapidated temple, his demeanor was somewhat disheartened. Despite being a master of the Peak Realm, he still had his clothes soaked by the rain.
Inside the temple, Chen Zhixing watched the old man's departing figure and sighed.
"Why did you go and frighten the elderly like that?"
This remark was directed at True Monarch Yimiao.
"Everything I said was true," True Monarch Yimiao responded while gnawing on an entire rabbit in his hand, "According to your distant relatives' plans, it's almost inevitable that you'll face the Five Elements Taoist Lords within the next thousand years. So, do you think you can handle five of them?"
"Five..." Chen Zhixing's eyelid twitched, then he calmly said, "I'm talking about Golden Nature; the term 'gnawing' sounds too crude, as if truly devouring someone. I can see that even grandfather's dao heart wavered when he left."
