Chen Yan squinted his eyes but didn't show any emotion. He didn't reach out to help the person; instead, his tone turned cold: "What do you mean by this?"
The person's face was full of pleading as he knelt on the ground and cupped his hands toward Chen Yan: "Fellow Daoist, just to let you know, I have reached a dead end now. After much thought, I came to you, hoping there's still a glimmer of hope for me!"
Chen Yan sighed and said blandly: "I am like you, just someone living in the outer court, nothing here, afraid I can't help you much. No matter the issue, you may have asked the wrong person."
The person respectfully replied: "Fellow Daoist, don't be modest! Throughout the whole courtyard... ah no, not just our courtyard! Among the hundreds of selected disciples this term, who doesn't know we have someone like you in our yard.
