"Greetings, Fellow Cultivator Wang Zhi. I trust you have been well!"
Wang Zhi's attack was easily intercepted by Shen Yi. Then Shen Yi's voice rang beside his ear, instantly clearing his mind. The voice sounded somewhat familiar to him. When he suddenly saw the disciple behind him whisper something, the memory immediately returned.
"So it is Brother Shen Yi. I never expected to meet you here. A true friend remains close even when separated by the ends of the earth. I trust you have been well!"
His attitude changed in an instant. The man before him was the recently rising master of Supreme Hall, whose cultivation was closing in on Spirit Transformation. Though Wang Zhi had cultivated diligently all these years, he had only reached late golden core. The gap between them was anything but small. Even his Spirit Transformation father had once told him that when encountering someone like Shen Yi, it was best to befriend him if possible and never make an enemy of him.
"Fellow cultivator, you attacked an elder of my Supreme Hall without a word. Is that not somewhat against the rules?"
Shen Yi deliberately paused. He clearly saw a subtle shift in Wang Zhi's expression, one of disbelief.
"Brother, are you saying Fu Gan is an elder of your sect?"
After receiving Shen Yi's confirmation, Wang Zhi was somewhat lost. He could not help sighing that fate truly toyed with men. The two who had once competed in the same arena had actually become fellow disciples.
"It seems Brother Wang still cannot forget what happened back then. Your obsession runs too deep; it is detrimental to cultivation."
Shen Yi offered a word of advice. Seeing Wang Zhi nod thoughtfully, he knew he had struck the sore spot.
"That may be so, but the white