Gao Menhu's words did not carry much provocation. It was plain to see that compared to back then, he had shed much of his sharpness and edge.
Rather than anything else, it seemed more like an offhand remark. Yang Chen also knew that he had left many nightmares in Gao Menhu's heart.
Anyone would want to fight that nightmare once more. As the saying went, the one who tied the bell must untie it.
Seeing Gao Menhu become so calm and detached, Yang Chen smiled faintly, yet became somewhat stiff and awkward for a moment. He did not know whether he should agree to Gao Menhu's request or refuse it.
If he truly refused, it would inevitably be somewhat disrespectful. But if he agreed, then Gao Menhu would surely be stunned to learn that his cultivation had already reached the Transcendent Realm.
Seeing that Yang Chen did not know how to respond, Gao Menhu asked in confusion, "Yang Chen, you wouldn't refuse me even this small favor, would you?"
The Windwalk Elders could not help but say, "Nephew Gao, it is not that Daoist Friend Yang Chen is unwilling to agree to your request, but rather..."
Gao Menhu looked astonished. "But rather what?"
The Windwalk Elders said helplessly, "But Daoist Friend Yang Chen is not at the Great Ascension Stage. He is... in the Transcendent Realm."
Gao Menhu had originally remained composed, but upon hearing this, his expression suddenly froze. "W-what? The two seniors aren't joking with this junior, are you?"
Gao Menhu felt dizzy and lightheaded, unable to accept it.
The Windwalk Elders understood Gao Menhu quite well. They knew that as one of the foremost talents among the younger generation, he had always taken great pride in his cultivation.
And that was indeed true. Gao Menhu had once