Having said that, Hong Yihu hesitantly looked at Yang Chen, then said with some reluctance, "However, that only means I can speak to him. Whether Lord Jin is willing to see you will ultimately depend on your standing, Young Master Yang Yi."
Having made himself clear, Hong Yihu naturally understood what Yang Chen meant.
Yang Chen smiled faintly. "The usual rule. Just tell this Lord Jin that my surname is Yang."
Hearing this, Hong Yihu froze for a moment, utterly baffled.
When Yang Chen had gone to see Zhang Xuelian last time, he had likewise told Hong Yihu to mention only the surname Yang. He had found it very strange—just what was so special about that single word, Yang?
Yet Yang Chen had truly succeeded in meeting Zhang Xuelian, leaving him unable to make head or tail of it.
This time, Yang Chen was still brimming with confidence, certain that he could meet Lord Jin. What exactly was so crucial about this surname Yang?
Hong Yihu could not figure it out. Since he could not figure it out, he could only say, "In that case, I'll go make arrangements through some other friends."
"Mm, I'll trouble you with it," Yang Chen said.
"It's nothing, nothing," Hong Yihu hurriedly replied politely.
Yang Chen did not linger either. He quickly departed and returned to his residence.
After returning to his residence once more, Yang Chen continued attempting to fuse his divine power with the Dao Intent Inscription.
This fusion did not take much time, however. Hong Yihu was highly efficient; in merely three days, just as the fusion of Yang Chen's divine power and Dao Intent Inscription had begun, Hong Yihu's arrangements were already in place.
All because Lord Jin had agreed.
A smile appeared on Yang Chen's face. Led by one