Chapter 920: The Road Is Beneath Our Feet
This matter had become a lingering concern for Daoist Sanyuan.
First, Quanshan was weak and unable to weather great storms. Second, having learned from past mistakes, the sect now kept a low profile and dared not offend anyone of unknown origin.
Let alone a demonic cultivator. Ever since that demonic cultivator's visit, Daoist Sanyuan had lived in constant anxiety, terrified that Quanshan might suffer some unprovoked calamity.
Though enough time had passed to ease his immediate terror, a knot of worry remained in his heart.
In the midst of their conversation, Daoist Sanyuan suddenly stood, cupped his hands, and offered a respectful plea. "To be frank with you, Mister, this poor Daoist has a request. This matter has robbed me of sleep and appetite. For an entire year, I have fretted without a countermeasure. I have no choice but to beg for your help."
Chen Changsheng had somewhat anticipated his intentions. "Priest Sanyuan, say no more," he replied. "Quanshan now shares karma with this Chen. I shall lay down a formation to temporarily protect the mountain. How does that sound?"
Daoist Sanyuan was overjoyed. "Mister's kindness will never be forgotten by anyone in Quanshan. From now on, we are at your disposal."
Chen Changsheng shook his head. "Priest, your words are too heavy. I only hope that from now on, you will remember the lessons of that tribulation and not repeat the mistakes of the past."
"All of Quanshan shall certainly remember."