Chen Yi smiled, stood up, and walked towards the two.
Seeing this, Zhen Yuan subtly glanced at Shen Xu.
At the same time, he casually took his wife's hand, ready to escape at a moment's notice.
However, Chen Yi didn't attack.
Instead, he looked at Zhen Yuan with a curious expression.
"It's you." He stated and nodded as if to affirm his guess.
"What does this…" Zhen Yuan started but frowned without completing the sentence.
From a young age, Zhen Yuan noticed he couldn't refer to other cultivators as 'senior' or such words that put him in a lower or equal position to others.
Because of this, it was often difficult to address the people he encountered.
At this time, it was appropriate to refer to the black-clothed man as a 'senior' but Zhen Yuan couldn't say it.
'How troublesome.' He thought.
"What does this fellow Taoist mean?" Zhen Yuan finally said.
