It was not that he was willing to show respect; he was constrained by strength. Even if he did not want to give face, he had no choice but to do so.
"This is... Yang Chen." When Yin Luosha saw the man seated at the thousand-zhang mark, he was greatly shocked, his pupils contracting.
Indeed, the one who had spoken was none other than Yang Chen.
He remembered this person very clearly. In a single rise to prominence, Yang Chen had charged from the same position as him all the way to the thousand-zhang mark. He had seen it with his own eyes—how could he be mistaken?
At the same time, Liang Huai and the others also saw Yang Chen's appearance.
When they saw Yang Chen, they were completely dumbfounded. What... what was going on? In their minds, Yang Chen should have been about as strong as them, perhaps even weaker. Yet the scene before them left them no choice but to feel shocked.
Yang Chen was actually... actually at the thousand-zhang mark.
Everyone knew that Ten Thousand Zhang Mountain Cliff was not a place one could ascend whenever one pleased. Forget the thousand-zhang mark—even the current hundred-zhang mark required extraordinary strength to seize.
Just like Wang Zhifan, who had tried time and again, only to fail each time.
And though they were slightly stronger than Wang Zhifan, they were not stronger by much.
Yang Chen leaped down from the thousand-zhang mark. When he saw Liang Huai and the others, he smiled faintly. "Brother Liang, Brother Luo, Brother Zhou, Sister Zhang."
Yang Chen very cleverly ignored Wang Zhifan, much like how Wang Zhifan had treated him with neither warmth nor coldness when he first saw him.
"Brother Yang Chen." Liang Huai still did not dare believe his own eyes.
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