Because he spotted a group of men and women standing at the An Clan's mountain gate.
The man at the forefront looked imposing and dignified, with an extraordinarily commanding aura.
Simply standing there made him impossible to ignore.
"That's my father."
Perhaps noticing Chen Wen's gaze, An Qingying spoke from beside him.
"I guessed." Chen Wen nodded.
"Then let's go down."
An Qingying said.
"Alright."
Chen Wen answered, then followed An Qingying as she swooped down from the flying spirit beast.
In an instant, the men and women gathered before the mountain gate all unconsciously turned their eyes toward Chen Wen.
Beyond their scrutiny, their eyes held an indescribable confusion.
Over all these years, there had been almost no one worthy of having their clan chief personally lead a welcoming party.
Much less someone who looked like such a young lad.
Yet seeing that he had been brought back by their young miss, they could not help letting their imaginations run wild.
Chen Wen ignored their appraising gazes, as though he had not seen them at all.
"Qingying pays respects to Father and the elders."
After arriving before An Qingcang and the others, An Qingying clasped her fists first.
Seeing this, Chen Wen also made a slight salute. "This junior, Chen Wen, pays respects to Clan Chief An and the elders."
The elders' expressions did not change. They merely nodded slightly.
To put it plainly, they had only come because An Qingcang had summoned them.
As for why, they had no idea at all.
But out of consideration for their status and bearing, they did not show those emotions.
An Qingcang, however, laughed heartily. "Truly, heroes emerge in youth. What a handsome young man."
No one denied it.
Setting aside Chen Wen's Cultivation Level, his appearance and temperament alone were