"Mr. Xuan Yan, why have you come?"
Chen Mozi, who had been sitting in silence earlier, stood up solemnly the moment he saw the elder.
Mr. Xuan Yan?
Luo Chen looked in surprise at the elder, who appeared composed.
In a plain dark robe, simple yet dignified and majestic, his face glowing with health and no sign of the rumored declining state.
Didn't Ye Lingtian say he had no interest in the Pill Saint Inheritance?
Why has he come today?
Mr. Xuan Yan smiled and said, "After staying on the mountain for too long, it's inevitably cold. I heard you entered the Alchemy Saint Hall earlier this year, so I thought I'd come and have a look. Am I not welcome?"
"No, no, no, how could you not be welcome, sir."
Chen Mozi quickly waved his hand, though his demeanor was not entirely respectful, it was full of reverence.
Mr. Xuan Yan had many Daoist titles in the past, but was eventually called "Gentleman" for a reason.
