When he arrived, Yang Chen saw the heavily guarded perimeter around Cloud Heaven Pavilion. There were no fewer than several dozen disciples stationed here—claiming there were a hundred would not have been an exaggeration either.
From this, one could see just how vast Hong Yihu's influence was on Tai Li Mountain.
There were several dozen Nirvana Stage disciples guarding the gate alone.
When Yang Chen arrived, every one of those Nirvana Stage gatekeepers revealed sinister expressions. Soon, one of their leaders said, "You are Yang Yi?"
"That's right," Yang Chen said calmly.
The gatekeepers sneered. Yang Chen had come to bow his head, yet he still put on an act of composure and calm.
After all, inviting him to a banquet at Cloud Heaven Pavilion was itself a method.
They were openly pressing his head down and forcing him to yield.
If he dared not come, that meant he refused to yield!
And if he refused to yield, then he had to be beaten!
They wanted to see just how long Yang Chen could keep his composure.
After all, they had never intended to let Yang Chen leave unscathed.
"Come on." The gatekeepers were overbearing as they led Yang Chen deep into Cloud Heaven Pavilion.
The farther they went, the more often Yang Chen could sense disciples with powerful auras. By his estimation, Cloud Heaven Pavilion likely had elite disciples comparable to Hong Yihu, though their strength was inferior to his.
There could not possibly be only one person like Hong Yihu who possessed over ten thousand Dao Intent Inscriptions.
But that no longer had anything to do with him.
He had never cared about elite disciples possessing over ten thousand Dao Intent Inscriptions.
Thus, the gatekeeping disciples finally stopped.
Once they stopped, Yang Chen was brought by several of