Mo Daoist had also suffered losses at the hands of Zhang Yan before. Although he felt Feng Zhen was overestimating Zhang Yan, his reasoning was not without merit. Being cautious is always wise, so Mo Daoist agreed, saying, "What you say, Junior Brother, is very true. Moreover, this matter should not be delayed."
Feng Zhen silently plotted strategies. Now that he was a Hua Dan Cultivator, he held his status in high regard. Such a minor matter was not something he wanted to trouble his elder ancestor with. Thus, he was left to find a solution himself. But he was no longer the same novice cultivator from twenty years ago, just starting out from Pan Chi Island. He had gained some insight through experience and pondered for a moment before his eyes brightened. Clenching his fist into his palm, he declared, "I've got it!"
Mo Daoist's spirit lifted. He asked, "Let's hear it."
