The Emperor Arrives

This was a question that didn't surprise Chen Yan in the slightest.

He and the so-called Duke of Qi sitting before him both knew each other's true identities full well.

Cultivators.

Whether it was Jia Wen leading eight hundred cavalry to rout the Tianxiao Tribe's seventy thousand troops thirty years ago,

or Chen Yan leading from the front in battle now, winning victory after victory,

the achievements they had earned were far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

So Jia Wen's decision to get straight to the point and reveal his identity was the most reasonable choice.

There was no need to keep up the pretense.

"I'm just a Rogue Cultivator."

Chen Yan replied calmly.

"A Rogue Cultivator?"

Jia Wen, seated across from Chen Yan and composed until now, suddenly changed expression. A strange glint flashed through his eyes.

Though his reaction was slight, Chen Yan still caught it.

Jia Wen's response to his calling himself a Rogue Cultivator was odd.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a ten-thousand-mile radius of the Great Yan Dynasty was extremely thin. For a cultivator to practice in such an environment was practically impossible.

That also meant there was little chance of any cultivation sects existing within that radius.

Chen Yan thought that calling himself a "Rogue Cultivator" was the most prudent answer.

But Jia Wen's reaction told him otherwise.

The Duke of Qi seemed to take issue with his identity as a "Rogue Cultivator."

Yet the strange look on Jia Wen's face soon vanished.

"Since we've met, it must be fate. I am Jia Wen, the 134th-generation Inner Disciple of the Luoling Sect. Fellow Daoist, why hide your origins..."

Jia Wen's voice lowered slightly.

"And why toy with me like this?"

There were no Rogue Cultivators in this world.

Or rather,