Old Friends Reunited, the Central Plains' Number One Construction Foreman

"Yao Chen... you're alive!?" Feng Xian asked, hardly daring to believe it.

He had nearly lost his mind when he heard Yao Chen was dead. Now, with his old friend standing right in front of him, he still struggled to believe his eyes.

"Of course I am. You'd die before I did," Yao Lao said with an amused smile.

The familiar tone. The familiar feeling.

Feng Xian had not felt it in years.

He stepped forward and pulled Yao Chen into a fierce hug, his heart surging with joy. "I knew it! You old bastard, you wouldn't die that easily!"

That unmistakable aura left Feng Xian absolutely certain: the man before him was his old friend, Yao Chen.

Feeling how deeply his old friend cared, Yao Lao could not help smiling too.

After the embrace, Yao Lao introduced Xiao Yan to Feng Xian.

"This is my disciple, Xiao Yan," Yao Lao said, stroking his beard with obvious pride. "It's thanks to him that I've survived this long..."

Feng Xian turned to Xiao Yan, shock written across his handsome face.

He had never imagined that this young man with such terrifying cultivation was Yao Chen's disciple.

Were Yao Chen's disciples all this formidable now? This one's cultivation was almost on par with mine.

"I couldn't resist a little joke just now. I hope you won't take it to heart, Senior." Xiao Yan stood and gave him a smiling salute.

He really had not been able to help himself. Caught up in the moment, he had felt like teasing Feng Xian.

Easygoing by nature, Feng Xian waved it off with a laugh. "I should thank you. Without you, I wouldn't have been reunited with Yao Chen."

Then he added, "But go easy on jokes like that from now on. I'm not sure