Knock, knock!
"Is anyone there?"
The knocking continued.
"Yes, wait a moment."
Seeing that a newcomer had arrived at Galaxy Lake, Jiang Ping An split off an incarnation, left the Cultivation Room, entered the courtyard, and opened the gate.
A scholarly-looking man stood outside, dressed in green robes with a flute hanging at his waist.
"Hello," Jiang Ping An greeted him first.
The man outside lowered his head slightly to look at the boy, a trace of surprise appearing on his face.
"Who are you? Where is Jiang Ping An?"
"I..."
Jiang Ping An was about to say that he was Jiang Ping An when the words abruptly caught in his throat.
Something was wrong!
How did this person know his name?
Knowing his name might not be difficult. Anyone with a bit of influence could look it up.
But how could someone sent here to serve as a menial have the means to investigate him?
More importantly, the instant this man saw him, how had he been able to determine that he was not Jiang Ping An?
Unless... this man had seen what he looked like before.
He had become smaller now, and his appearance differed greatly from before.
There was a problem. There was absolutely something wrong with this man.
In only an instant, Jiang Ping An sensed that something was amiss and changed his tune.
"I'm a menial who arrived not long ago. That hateful bastard Jiang Ping An went to take the Newcomer Assessment and hasn't returned yet. And who are you?"
"My name is Tian Lang."
The man gave his name.
Tian Lang was somewhat puzzled. The information his master had given him contained no mention of this boy.
He lowered his head to look at the boy before him. "You just called Jiang Ping