Yao Chen's gaze was profound. Though he was now in the state of a Soul Body, the purity in his eyes was enough to reveal his urgency.
Jiang Cheng put the three pills into a jade vial and said, "Academy Confucian Sage, Jiang Cheng."
"Confucian Sage... Jiang Cheng..."
Yao Chen's brows knitted tightly together. He had never heard this name before. Having stood tall on the Dou Qi Continent for so many years, it was impossible for him not to know any Expert of note.
Yet the Confucian Sage before him filled him with deep doubt. Could he truly be an Expert who had emerged after Yao Chen's fall?
But only so many years had passed. No matter how talented someone was, they probably could not possess such talent.
"You are Venerable Yao, Yao Chen, correct?"
Yao Chen's expression shifted slightly. He cupped his hands and replied, "That's right. I am indeed Venerable Yao, Yao Chen. May I ask how this senior knows of me?"
Standing with his hands behind his back, Jiang Cheng said calmly, "I have met Wind Venerate several times. It was from him that I learned of your fall."
Upon hearing the words Wind Venerate, Yao Chen's expression changed drastically. He suddenly stepped forward and asked, "May I ask where he is now?"
Jiang Cheng shook his head as well. He did not know Wind Venerate Feng Xian's whereabouts. He had met Feng Xian in Central Plains four years ago.
Feng Xian was carefree and unrestrained, fond of wandering the world. It was usually difficult to find any trace of him.
He had been kind-hearted in his youth and well-mannered. He was willing to share food with beggars, and even when dining at the same table as them, he showed no sign of disdain.
Wind Venerate