He already knows my surname is Gu?
No wonder he took so long to arrive. He went to see Jiang Chen first.
Gu Yuanqing smiled faintly and stepped onto the mountain where the Fa Yuan Realm manifested. With a thought, he let the mist slowly disperse, then waved a hand, sending a Rainbow Bridge stretching outward.
Standing on the summit, he cupped his hands and smiled. "So an envoy of the Divine Court has graced us with his presence. Forgive me for not coming out to welcome you. If you do not mind, Daoist Friend Jiang, why not come into the mountain for a cup of tea?"
Daoist friend? Does this man truly not know who I am?
According to Jiang Chen, this man possessed an immensely solid foundation and was certainly no ordinary rogue cultivator.
Could he really have inherited a great cultivator's legacy and cultivated in seclusion until now?
Yet Jiang Yunchuan found that hard to believe. Cultivation was not something one could accomplish by building a cart behind closed doors. Even with a predecessor's legacy, another person's Dao might not suit oneself.
Otherwise, with the countless Dao paths in the Fa Yuan Realm, why were only the finest able to attain the divine path, with an entire boundary domain perhaps producing no more than a handful?
Jiang Yunchuan looked down at the mountains below. He had to admit that the mountain array was extraordinary. Even he could not hope to detect it without paying close attention.
Looking at the Rainbow Bridge extending to his feet, he suddenly hesitated.
The hesitation was inexplicable. He sensed no danger, yet something unseen seemed to whisper that things were not quite right.
Perhaps it was—as Jiang Chen said—that this junior was far too calm and composed?
Thoughts raced through his mind,