Zhao Gongming: You and Senior Disciple Brother are very alike!

Zhao Gongming sensed Yang Jian's arrival.

A Human Race Golden Immortal.

Which senior brother's disciple was this?

But since he had come to his Dao Field, naturally Zhao Gongming could not fail to receive him.

He then arranged for a boy attendant to go welcome him.

Before long, Yang Jian followed the boy attendant into the Cave Mansion.

Yang Jian stepped inside and saw a Daoist seated upright upon a Cattail Mat, his face dignified, wealth-aura and immortal light weaving around him.

Zhao Gongming raised his eyes to look at Yang Jian, and a flicker of surprise flashed through them.

His roots and his strength were both quite good.

"Under which one of the Jie Teachings are you?" Zhao Gongming asked.

"Martial Uncle, I am a disciple under Qin Mu," Yang Jian replied.

"What!"

"You are Senior Disciple Brother's disciple."

When Zhao Gongming heard that Yang Jian had taken Qin Mu as his Master, he was shocked as well.

Yang Jian bowed and said, "This disciple is indeed."

Zhao Gongming looked him up and down, and the more he looked, the more startled he became.

"Your fleshly body is like Divine Iron, your Primordial Spirit like a bright lamp, your magic power condensed and undispersed."

"Senior Disciple Brother's eye is truly terrifying."

Yang Jian said, "Martial Uncle overpraises me."

Zhao Gongming shook his head.

"This is no overpraise."

"You have not cultivated for long, yet you can possess such a foundation. Among the younger generation of the Primordial Wilderness, few can stand shoulder to shoulder with you."

"I heard you slew the Western Heavenly Court's Commander Lei, and even broke the Heavenly Net Demon-Subduing Formation?"

Yang Jian's expression turned solemn.

"Commander Lei led troops to hunt this disciple down. This disciple could only strike."

Zhao Gongming burst out laughing.

"Well