The Affection We Shared in the Past Had All Come to Nothing

"This junior, Li Haowen of the Empty Mountain Sect, pays his respects to True Person Ducang!"

Seeing Chen Yan standing right at the courtyard gate, Li Haowen hurriedly turned toward the one who governed the Chenping Continent and bowed.

Chen Yan paid no heed to their formalities. He did not tell the two cultivators—who, like him when he had been the Chief Disciple of Kongyuan Mountain, could be considered his peers—to rise. He simply turned his gaze to Bai Jinye.

"You're Bai Jinye, the one who was ambushed three years ago?"

Chen Yan asked slowly.

"Yes!"

Bai Jinye answered without hesitation.

"How are your injuries?"

Chen Yan continued.

"They're no longer serious. It's just that Elder Lin of my sect told me it might take a few more years before I can resume cultivating."

Bai Jinye replied. This prodigy of Lingxiao Temple was so nervous in the presence of True Person Ducang that even his voice trembled.

Even here on Du Cang Mountain, the most outstanding Guardians of the Dao from the various sects of the Chenping Continent had almost no chance of meeting cultivators of the Ascension Realm.

In fact, this was the first time Bai Jinye had seen Chen Yan in person since the debate on the Dao at Du Cang Mountain had ended.

And never before had they met at such close range.

Even when Bai Jinye was at Lingxiao Temple, he had only caught distant glimpses of True Person Xuzhou, Lou Ye, twice.

Coming face-to-face with a cultivator of the Ascension Realm was enough to make this young cultivator, who was only in the late Spirit Connection Realm, extremely nervous.

Chen Yan's gaze settled on Bai Jinye and swept over him briefly.

With the strength of Chen Yan's Spiritual Sense now, he could learn of the