Zhao Gongming: You and Senior Brother are very alike!

Zhao Gongming sensed Yang Jian's arrival.

A Golden Immortal of the Human Race.

Whose disciple was this, one of his fellow senior brothers'?

But since he had come to his abode, he naturally could not leave him unentertained.

So he arranged for a young attendant to greet him.

Very soon, Yang Jian followed the attendant into the cave abode.

Stepping inside, Yang Jian saw a daoist seated cross-legged upon a meditation cushion, his face stern and imposing, wealth qi and Immortal Light intertwining around him.

Zhao Gongming raised his eyes toward Yang Jian, surprise flashing through them.

His foundations and strength were both impressive.

"Which member of the Sect of Interception are you a disciple of?" Zhao Gongming asked.

"Martial Uncle, I am a disciple under Qin Mu," Yang Jian replied.

"What!"

"You are Senior Brother's disciple?"

Hearing that Yang Jian was Qin Mu's disciple, Zhao Gongming was equally astonished.

Yang Jian bowed. "That is indeed the case."

Zhao Gongming looked him up and down, growing more startled the longer he looked.

"Your flesh is like Divine Iron, your Primordial Spirit like a bright lamp, and your magical power condensed without dispersing."

"Senior Brother's eye for talent is truly terrifying."

"Martial Uncle overpraises me," Yang Jian said.

Zhao Gongming shook his head.

"This is not overpraise."

"You have not cultivated for long, yet you possess such foundations. Among the younger generation of the Primordial Wilderness, few can stand shoulder to shoulder with you."

"I heard you slew Commander Lei of the Western Heavenly Court and broke the Heavenly Net Demon-Subduing Array?"

Yang Jian's expression turned solemn.

"Commander Lei led troops in pursuit to kill this disciple. I had no choice but to strike."

Zhao Gongming laughed heartily.

"Well killed."

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