Chongshan Pass, the front hall of the marquis mansion.
At this moment, Yang Zhengshan was receiving a guest, and his guest was none other than Ji Zhen, the sect master of Hengdao Sect.
In the hall, after Yang Zhengshan and Ji Zhen exchanged some courtesies, host and guest took their seats. Ji Hai stood behind Ji Zhen, while beside Yang Zhengshan there was only Yang Mingcheng.
Holding a cup of tea, Yang Zhengshan said with a beaming smile, "I have long admired Senior Ji's great name. Meeting you today truly fills this junior with joy!"
Ji Zhen was almost eighty years old, more than twenty years older than Yang Zhengshan, so calling himself a junior was considered perfectly reasonable.
And when he said he admired Ji Zhen, that was not exactly flattery. Ji Zhen was the number one expert in Liaodong, and Hengdao Sect also dominated Jizhou, yet whether it was Ji Zhen or Hengdao Sect, their reputation in Liaodong was extremely good.
Reputation might sometimes be biased, but for decades, Ji Zhen and Hengdao Sect had both maintained a good name. That was enough to show that their conduct was very upright.
Yang Zhengshan had also dealt with Ji Hai many times. These years, Tenglong Guard and Chongshan Town had both cooperated quite a bit with Hengdao Sect, and he could also see that Hengdao Sect's way of doing things was very good.
Calling Ji Zhen a great knight-errant of his generation would not be an exaggeration at all.
So Yang Zhengshan truly did hold a certain admiration for Ji Zhen.
"The marquis guards the frontier, protects the safety of countless people, and saves them from water and fire. You are the model of us martial practitioners! For this old man to meet the marquis is this old man's