When Dai Bufan woke up, he saw Lu Yang, Meng Jingzhou, and the Innate Daoist Priest squatting on the floor, their heads nearly touching as they peered down at him. He confirmed that everything that had transpired wasn’t a dream.

“Senior Brother Dai, you’re finally awake.”

“Don’t call me senior brother. I don’t dare to have a junior brother like you.” Dai Bufan got up, fixing the two rascals, Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou, with an unamused stare.

I sent you out to select a few disciples, and what did you do? You brought back the Founding Ancestor himself.

Dai Bufan was renowned for his cool-headedness; otherwise, he couldn’t have managed the Great Mission Hall and the vast intelligence network.

But he felt that ever since meeting Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou, his emotions had fluctuated significantly more than before.

Even now, his head was still spinning.

“Here, Senior Brother Dai, let me help you...