Zhou Yan's pupils abruptly contracted.
Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to encounter this person within Forgotten River City's City Lord's Manor.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, it has truly been a long time."
Zhou Yan rose to his feet and cupped his hands in salute toward Chen Yan.
The last time he had seen Chen Yan was at the auction held by Purple Mansion Pavilion in Lin'an City of the Great Sun Immortal Kingdom.
Even then, Zhou Yan had already harbored some suspicions about Chen Yan's identity.
Not only could he tame that White Creek Deer, but he had also been seated in the distinguished guests' section of Purple Mansion Pavilion's auction.
If he did not possess some formidable background, then he had to be a Senior of profound cultivation.
Yet Zhou Yan still addressed Chen Yan as Fellow Daoist.
After all, it was all merely speculation. If he rashly changed his form of address, it might instead seem even stranger.
Not only Zhou Yan, but the junior brothers and sisters behind him also rose one after another, cupping their hands in salute toward Chen Yan.
Chen Yan's gaze swept across the Young Cultivators before him.
These young people from Glazed Mountain had little experience of the world. With merely a glance, Chen Yan could practically see through everything they were thinking.
They were all deeply wary of him.
That was good.
Chen Yan said nothing. He merely smiled and extended his right palm toward the chairs, signaling for them to sit.
It was a gesture with blurred boundaries.
Peers could use it, but elders could also use the same gesture to grant seats to juniors.
Zhou Yan and the others sat down one after another.
"Three years ago, we went to the Great Sun Immortal Kingdom to attend