Yang Chen could stand here now only with a sigh of emotion. Others did not know, but he himself knew that making his way here through the beast horde had been fraught with danger at every turn.
Had he not seized upon the joy and carelessness that numbed those demon beasts after their victory, escaping would truly have been difficult. Most crucially, those demon beasts had never imagined that a human would be hiding among their ranks.
As for why most martial artists were now curious about how he had "come back from the dead," Yang Chen was not surprised. It was perfectly normal for people to have such questions.
Of course, there were also some who were delighted to see Yang Chen return, such as Li Ruoxiang of the Green Lotus Cult.
When Li Ruoxiang saw Yang Chen return, her delicate body trembled lightly. Her previously calm face suddenly shed a line of joyful tears.
Yet she quickly wiped the tears away. She could silently weep for this man, but only silently. She did not want him to see anything.
Besides that, many disciples of the Northern Territory Sect cheered when they saw Yang Chen return.
In their eyes, Yang Chen was a legend—a legendary figure no less than the Great Emperors, no less than Lang Feng.
When these Great Emperors saw Yang Chen return, they were all more or less surprised. But times were no longer what they had been, and they knew there was no time for reminiscing. They went straight to the point and asked, "Yang Chen, what is going on?"
Yang Chen knew these questions were inevitable. "My story is rather long, and it would be inappropriate to begin telling it now. Once this matter is resolved, I will explain everything clearly to you seniors