Ten Elders' Pavilion
"Young Master Chen, the Ten Elders are inside."
"All right."
Chen Changan nodded, then pushed open the door and entered.
Inside, he spotted an old man sitting not far away, quietly watching him.
Weren't they called the Ten Elders of Literature?
How come there was only one person?
And this man's cultivation was incredibly high. Chen Changan couldn't see through it, but he had a vague sense that the man's aura was no weaker than Feng Wuyou's or Yue Zhirou's.
Who would've thought a powerhouse like this was hidden in the Ten Elders' Pavilion?
"You really do resemble the Sage of Literature."
"No need to guess. I'm the Ten Elders of Literature. It's just me; there's no one else."
Hmm?
Just him?
"You don't think that because I'm called the Ten Elders of Literature, there have to be ten old men, do you?"
"'Ten Elders' isn't a number. It means perfection."
"Without the Sage of Literature, the Ten Elders would stand at the pinnacle of the literary world."
"Am I not worthy of the title?"
Hearing the Ten Elders' question, Chen Changan smiled. "You're certainly worthy."
"I just didn't expect the Ten Elders of Literature to be so powerful," Chen Changan said with a smile.
"Who says a man of letters must be weak?"
"I entered the Dao through Literature and reached the Half-step Ancestor Realm. I simply have no interest in showing off or fighting."
"That's why the world doesn't know my true strength."
"Likewise, plenty of people, like you, have always assumed the Ten Elders of Literature were ten people."
"Only the people of the Ancestor of Literature Academy know the truth."
So he was at the Half-step Ancestor Realm. This Old Deng was quite powerful, though he didn't seem to have much of a