Zhang Guangcheng spoke, and then bowed to Gu Yuan as a sign of apology.
Gu Yuan was indifferent, keeping silent.
Ding Zhichong, however, was seething with anger, clenching his fists tightly, but Zhang Guangcheng merely cast a cold glance, suppressing Ding Zhichong.
Zhang Guangcheng was renowned for a long time, with mid-stage Golden Core cultivation, his strength far superior to Ding Zhichong; how could he fear him?
"Then I'll lend the Daoist Technique to Fellow Daoist Gu, allowing him to enter the hall!"
Ding Zhichong took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, then spoke coldly again.
"Cultivating with borrowed Daoist techniques is certainly permissible; this is also a rule set by the ancestors."
"If the Daoist technique is sufficient, passing the Dharma Seal to others is not impossible."
"However, what merit do you have for the sect to lend to Fellow Daoist Gu?"
Zhang Guangcheng immediately sneered.
"Senior Brother Zhang, do not bully too much!"
