Within a day, Chen Chen saw this Yan Chen.
He had an ordinary appearance and was dressed in the same gray clothes, but he looked much older.
Chen Chen did not know if it was an illusion, but when he first saw him, he saw a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"Junior... Yan Chen greets Senior Immortal!"
After the two looked at each other for a moment, Yan Chen bowed.
The corner of Chen Chen's eyes twitched. To be honest, he was not used to being addressed as senior immortal by such an old cultivator in the late stage of the Mahayana realm.
"You and I can call each other fellow Daoists. There's no need to be so polite."
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Chen said with a smile.
