"Thunder Venerable..."
Yu Chanzi's pupils constricted, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He looked again toward the Divine Statue of Emperor Zhenwu, seemingly sensing something, gave Li Yan a deep look, and respectfully withdrew.
Of course, this scene was invisible to the others.
They only saw Yu Chanzi approach the Golden Hall amidst the thunder light, merely glancing a few times before quickly returning.
Wang Daoxuan stepped forward anxiously, "Predecessor..."
"Rest assured."
Yu Chanzi raised his hand to interrupt him, saying indifferently, "This Mr. Li is also fortunate, likely having some realization. Just wait patiently, there is no need to be nervous."
Having said that, he left with a few elders.
Seeing Wang Daoxuan still looked anxious, the old Daoist spoke, "Daoist friend, relax, the Master has comprehended the creation profoundly and has unraveled many mysteries of the world. The junior inside will be fine..."
