Such resentful gazes were naturally not lost on Ren, but he did not care in the slightest. He even understood them somewhat. Guangchengzi's resentment was only natural. After all, one of his two Imperial Positions had first been taken by Yun Zhongzi, and the other had later been taken by Yuding.
Not only had his Imperial Positions been snatched away, even his Spirit Treasures had been swept away. Even his sole trump card, the Pangu Banner, had been knocked down by Yuding Zhenren and then picked up by Yun Zhongzi for research.
It could be said that Guangchengzi was now utterly destitute, practically becoming the next Huanglong Zhenren.
Thus, it was perfectly normal for Guangchengzi to feel so stifled and resentful.
Ignoring those gazes, Ren looked toward the others. Aside from Guangchengzi, nearly all of the Expounding Sect's second-generation disciples had arrived.
As for the Expounding Sect's third-generation disciples, nearly every one still alive had come as well. Yet among the third-generation disciples, only three remained alive: Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, and Yang Jian.
Ren himself did not count among them. After all, he had only joined the Expounding Sect after the Investiture of the Gods.
At that moment, Ren swept his gaze around and ultimately spotted a white-haired old man.
The old man was somewhat unfamiliar to him, but Yang Jian merely smiled calmly when he saw him and said, "Martial Uncle Ziya!"
As he spoke, Yang Jian stepped forward, appearing quite close to Jiang Ziya.
Ren was not surprised by this. On their way here, Yang Jian had told him quite a bit about Jiang Ziya.
Jiang Ziya stroked his beard and chuckled softly as he slowly approached. Looking at Yang Jian, then turning his gaze toward Ren, he asked, "Yang Jian... this must be Junior Nephew Ren, correct?"