"You're too modest, Yao Lao."
Hearing this, Xiao Yu shook his head.
Just then, Yao Lao recalled the name Yao Tianhuo and asked in surprise, "Are you the Heavenly Fire Venerable, Yao Tianhuo?"
"Hmm?"
Yao Tianhuo paused, then looked at Yao Lao. "Have you heard of me, my friend?"
Once he confirmed that this was the Heavenly Fire Venerable, Yao Lao nodded. "Indeed, I have heard of you. I simply never expected to meet you here."
"Might I ask your name, my friend? Since you have heard of me, surely I have heard of you as well."
Yao Lao shook his head. "You probably haven't heard of me. By the time I made a name for myself on the continent, you had already vanished without a trace for many years."
Yao Tianhuo was somewhat disappointed. He had thought he had met someone from his own era, and the realization left him feeling wistful.
Of course, Yao Lao and Yao Tianhuo could not have belonged to the same era. After all, Yao Tianhuo might have died hundreds of years ago.
Jia Nan Academy had been founded after Yao Tianhuo's death. Given the academy's history in the Black-Corner Region, several hundred years was certainly possible.
As for Yao Lao, judging by Han Feng's current age, he had probably died only a few decades ago.
Yao Lao knew of Yao Tianhuo because the latter had been quite powerful in his day, with numerous exploits in the Central Plains. He had heard a little about him, but that was also why he had not immediately remembered the Heavenly Fire Venerable.
Leaving the two old men to their conversation, Xiao Yu went over to Xiao Yan to check his condition.
"It looks like he's already begun subduing the Fallen Heart Flame. Although it's badly injured,