Daoist Beishun was exceedingly courteous to Yang Chen. Upon hearing that Yang Chen recognized him, he became uneasy, thinking Yang Chen still remembered the grudge over his son. He repeatedly said, "Well, Young Brother Yang Chen, you are too polite. Daoist Beishun is merely an honorific others use for me. You and I, Young Brother Yang Chen, felt like old friends at first sight. There is no need for such formal titles. Just call me Jiang Beishun."
Jiang Beishun's politeness toward Yang Chen made even Yang Chen feel somewhat unaccustomed to it, but after thinking about it, he understood.
Jiang Shaochen might not know, but Jiang Beishun had at least reached the peak Enlightenment Stage. He knew very well that Yang Chen was now a Great Ascension Stage expert, a favorite in the eyes of many Nirvana Stage experts.
Even if Heavenly Venerate Xiaoming did not support him, the position of guest elder at the Cloud Sky Sect alone was enough to intimidate Jiang Beishun.
Protected by so many powerful experts, even if Yang Chen did not possess True God Stage strength, Jiang Beishun still had to treat him with the utmost courtesy.
This counted as a kind of privilege.
Now that he knew he possessed such privilege, Yang Chen said coldly, "Senior Beishun is too polite. I am the junior here, so it is only proper for me to call you Senior."
"I dare not accept it, how could I dare accept the title of Senior? Young Brother Yang Chen, you are too courteous," Jiang Beishun quickly said.
The corners of Yang Chen's lips rose. "Senior Beishun, there is no need to speak such uncultured pleasantries to me. I am not particularly fond of formalities. You came all this way to see me, and with such a grand display