Hearing that name, Baturu was momentarily bewildered. Zhang Bairen, meanwhile, thought for a moment before speaking.
"The Chen Feng you mentioned—could he be the one from Lu Mingyu's era?"
"If I remember correctly, didn't he die after his sword path declined?"
Chen Changsheng said with mild surprise, "Your reach is quite long!"
"Even from so far away, you know about Chen Feng."
"Knowing is one thing, but you must have laid down some kind of bewildering formation."
"So I didn't dare confirm whether the news was true. Things have reached this point already, so stop keeping us in suspense!"
Facing Zhang Bairen's words, Chen Changsheng took a sip of fragrant tea.
"Ever since Thirteen fell, I had been searching for someone who could inherit his legacy—or perhaps stand shoulder to shoulder with him."
"Unfortunately, I searched throughout the Chang Sheng Epoch and never found a suitable candidate."
"Later, while traveling through the Pill Epoch, I happened to encounter him."
"On him, I caught a faint trace of Thirteen's essence. Later still, I saw Chen Shisan's silhouette in him."
"Until, in the end, he found a path that could rival Thirteen's."
"So far, he is also the only sword cultivator with any hope of reaching the Sword God's height."
As soon as those words fell, Zhang Bairen and the others fell silent.
Because they had personally witnessed Chen Shisan draw his sword.
Chen Shisan's sword had always been so utterly unreasonable. There were only a few people in the world who dared receive the sword in his hand head-on.
If Chen Changsheng had truly found someone capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with Chen Shisan, then this Golden Age Gathering would have little meaning.
"Chen Changsheng, you wouldn't be bluffing us just to save face, would you?"
Zhang Bairen asked probingingly.