"Jiang Yan, it really is you! You've actually reached the Jie Realm?"
In the south of the new Nanyan City, Shan Renhu gazed at Jiang Yan's figure, his eyes unfocused as he murmured to himself.
In fact, Jiang Yan and Venerable Hua had only just landed when Shan Renhu recognized him.
After all, so many years had passed, yet Jiang Yan's appearance had not changed at all since the beginning of his arrival in this world. He still looked like a young man.
But although Shan Renhu recognized Jiang Yan, he didn't dare go up and greet him.
Back then, he had led the young brothers who patrolled the villages. Though they had shown no small talent in martial arts, even so, becoming a Jie Realm martial artist—someone as good as a god among men—in such a short time seemed utterly inconceivable to him.
He felt there had to be two identical flowers in this world. The young man before him merely looked like his friend; surely he couldn't actually be the same person.
In the tales Shan Renhu had heard, every Great Being in the Jie Realm was an ultimate legend, with a life story grand enough to match.
But he had also noticed that even those Jie Realm martial artists, whose talents towered over others and who could be called prodigies, needed quite a long time to reach the Jie Realm.
Only a few decades had passed. For an ordinary person to grow into a Jie Realm martial artist—there simply hadn't been enough time.
However, before Shan Renhu could think much more, Jiang Yan took the initiative and greeted him. That was when Shan Renhu realized the person before him really was the friend he remembered.
"Hahahaha, hahahaha!!"
All at once, Shan Renhu burst into laughter, hearty and