Yang Chen looked at the old man in golden armor. Seeing that his aura had also reached the Heavenly Separation Realm, he naturally did not stand on ceremony and cupped his hands. "May I know Daoist Friend's honored name?"
"This old man is Gu Duanhe. Might you truly be Yang Chen, Daoist Friend?" Gu Duanhe smiled as a wave of pressure suddenly probed toward him.
Yang Chen saw that Gu Duanhe had begun testing him, whether intentionally or not. He narrowed his eyes slightly, the corners of his lips rising. He knew Gu Duanhe suspected his true identity.
He remained utterly unmoved, merely waving a hand and releasing the faintest trace of his own pressure.
In the next instant, Gu Duanhe felt his pressure as though an egg had struck a stone, like a little shaman meeting a great shaman. It was immediately forced back in shock.
Yet the power Yang Chen revealed seemed to be merely the tip of the ice mountain, insignificant and negligible. Gu Duanhe had not even managed to probe anything clearly.
Gu Duanhe's expression changed abruptly. He knew without doubt that the man before him truly was Yang Chen.
"Daoist Friend Yang Chen truly lives up to his reputation. This old man admires you, admires you." Gu Duanhe laughed to ease the awkwardness of his probing, then waved his hand. "Daoist Friend Yang Chen, please sit!"
Yang Chen naturally did not stand on ceremony and swiftly took a seat.
Gu Duanhe said with a chuckle, "Daoist Friend Yang Chen, you must have had a difficult journey to Tianqu Mountain. Now that you have come, it should be for the matter of Fairy Yuefu, correct?"
Yang Chen had just been about to answer when he saw Gu Duanhe's eyes and was taken aback.
Gu Duanhe had