As Chen Lin was led into the hall, he sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Still, he did not dwell on it. He cupped his hands and said, "I am Chen Lin, a rogue cultivator from the Tianyuan Continent. I heard that the fellow Daoists gathered here all came from the Tianyuan Continent, so I came to pay my respects!"
A peculiar look crossed Sect Master Lu's face at the head of the hall. He rose and returned the salute. "So you are Fellow Daoist Chen. May I ask which part of the Tianyuan Continent you hail from?"
Although theirs was only a small sect, they could not simply believe whatever a stranger told them. They still needed to question him and verify his identity.
That was only reasonable. Chen Lin smiled faintly and said, "I come from Guyuan City in the southern part of Yan Country. Are there any fellow cultivators from Yan Country here?"
At this, Sect Master Lu turned his gaze toward the elderly woman below. He remembered that she was a cultivator from Guyuan City in Yan Country.
The elderly woman also looked surprised and uncertain. She stared at Chen Lin's face for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward and asked tentatively, "Are you Second Uncle?"
Her words left everyone present exchanging bewildered looks.
Chen Lin was taken aback as well. He studied her carefully but had no recollection of her whatsoever.
"Hehe, you must have mistaken me for someone else, fellow Daoist. I don't believe we know each other."
Although she only had Qi Condensation cultivation, she was visibly old and frail, so he still afforded her a measure of respect.
"Oh, my apologies. My name is Chen Qiaoyun, and I have a second uncle named Chen Lin. Please forgive my foolishness, Senior."