No matter how Zhang Chen thought about it, the situation had already surpassed his control. All Zhang Chen could do was maneuver among the various major forces, surviving in the crevices and handling matters as best as he could.
Matters did not change according to Zhang Chen's will. As the number of people on the mountain increased, the atmosphere grew more and more tense.
The entire Five Villages Temple was shrouded with a sense of impending storm, an indescribable feeling of oppression filling the hearts of all disciples of the Five Villages Temple.
For the past few years, the Ancestral Master had not lectured on the Dao but instead went into seclusion, ensuring he remained at his peak state at all times.
Zhang Chen became increasingly low-key, avoiding leaving his room whenever possible, trying to stay inconspicuous and not draw attention.
