He is Chen Junshan.

Minghao took a deep breath to calm his excited emotions, and then slowly walked up to Chen Junshan.

"Junior Minghao greets Senior Chen."

Minghao said respectfully, while raising the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in his hand high above his head.

Chen Junshan slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in Minghao's hand.

A strange light flashed in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly asked, "Are you from the Ming family?"

His voice was deep and hoarse, full of a sense of vicissitude.

"yes."

Minghao nodded and said.

"This junior is the son of Ming Yuanshan, the head of the Ming family."

"Did Mingyuan Mountain send you?"

Chen Junshan asked.

"yes."

Minghao nodded again.

"He asked you to come, what does he want?"

Chen Junshan asked, his tone calm and devoid of any emotion.

"My father... wishes to ask you, senior, to come out of seclusion and deal with the Chen family."

Minghao mustered his courage and said.

He knew that saying this might anger Chen Junshan.

However, he had no other choice.

He had to complete the task his father had given him.

Upon hearing this, Chen Junshan fell silent.

He looked at Minghao quietly, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

There are memories, pain, and helplessness.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke, "Why should I help you?"

His voice was very soft, as if he were asking Minghao, or perhaps asking himself.

"Because of... this thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum."

Minghao said, raising the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in his hand even higher.

"If you are willing to help, this thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum will be yours."

Chen Junshan looked at the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, a hint of longing flashing in his eyes.

He knew how important this thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum was to him.

This may be his only hope of breaking through the bottleneck and going further.

But is he really going to turn against his own family for this thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum?

His heart was filled with struggle and contradiction.

He recalled the moment when he broke ties with Old Master Chen.

He thought of the woman who haunted his dreams.

He recalled his loneliness and solitude over the years.

A flicker of pain and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"good……"

In the end, Chen Junshan nodded.

"I promise you."

His voice was soft, yet full of determination.

Upon hearing this, Minghao was overjoyed.

"Thank you so much, senior! Thank you so much, senior!"

He said excitedly, bowing repeatedly.