Under the Yan Family Old Ancestor's divine-sense perception, the Chen cultivator before him possessed only early Core Formation cultivation.
Yet, just like the other two Yan Family cultivators, the aura naturally emanating from Chen Huai'an gave him the same profound feeling of a source stretching far into the distance, flowing on without end.
Yan Meng instinctively weighed the two men's combat strength and replayed scenes of them discussing the Dao in his mind.
But no matter how the process unfolded, whenever it reached the end, he could not imagine himself winning a magical duel.
That powerless, drowning sensation, as though he had fallen into a surging great river, was truly beyond words.
"Worthy of a Core Formation cultivator from a great clan. He truly hid his depths well."
Yan Meng thought to himself.
By now, he had concluded that this Chen cultivator had absolutely concealed his true cultivation. Moreover, the man was certainly not as young as he looked. He had to be some old monster who had achieved Core Formation long ago.
With that thought, a few more traces of awe appeared in Yan Meng's gaze. He continued, "We are deeply grateful that the Chen Clan came to our aid. Now that a senior has arrived, the crisis facing my Yan Family has been resolved."
When they had exchanged greetings earlier, he had still addressed Chen Huai'an as Daoist Friend. Yet now, he had already changed it to Senior.
The other two Yan Family cultivators in the Council Hall heard their old ancestor change his form of address and immediately cupped their hands and bowed respectfully toward Chen Huai'an as well.
"There is no need for such courtesy. We have traveled a long way, so let us discuss the matter at hand first."
Chen Huai'an spoke softly. Then, as