The Nine Bends Yellow River Array was like a thorn, stuck in the throat of the Ancestral Master of Longevity, making it difficult for him to rest or eat in peace.
Qingcheng Mountain was his territory, and the sudden appearance of an unknown array was quite unsettling.
As for the whereabouts of the revered ancestors, he had already raised his guard to avoid being ambushed.
Zhang Chen, upon hearing the instructions of the Ancestral Master of Longevity, did not leave but instead lowered his head and said, "Disciple has recently gained some insights from the scriptures and wishes to go into seclusion for a while to see if I can cultivate magical power. I humbly request the master's permission."
The Ancestral Master of Longevity nodded upon hearing this, "You may go! If you can cultivate magical power, it is your destiny."
Though he said this, in his heart, he did not believe Zhang Chen had the aptitude to cultivate magical power.
