Yang Chen didn't find it strange.
There were many in Xuan Dao Sect who knew they could not advance anymore and saw that the sect did not nourish them, so they thought about going to the border battlefield for a try.
If they succeed, they might rise to the top.
If they fail, it's still better than doing nothing.
However, looking at Yu Long, he apparently didn't succeed, or at least, he had lost that kind of sharpness.
But Yang Chen had always been a person who understood the rules, so even if the other person said this, he still smiled faintly and said, "Senior Yu is too modest. How did you know that I would be coming?"
"Haha, I am not being modest. As for the news that you would come, the sect received some notification earlier. Whenever someone comes to the border for a task, the sect would get an alert." Yu Long said.
Only then did Yang Chen understand.
