Their means of resurrection may have been different from Wang Zijia's, but their statuses were certainly similar.
"Do you recognize me?" Wang Zijia felt the astonishment in the other party's eyes, and the fluctuation in his expression. He struggled to speak with his stiff facial features.
"Um, no, I don't know you, Venerable..." Faced with the suddenly speaking Wang Zijia, Yao Wenxuan, who had not been around people for a long time, responded nervously.
He realized his mistake midway through his sentence.
In his mind, Old Ghost Tong covered his face and roared, scolding him for being stupid, brainless, and self-destructive...
Upon hearing this, Wang Zijia immediately showed a look of realization, "It seems like you are a disciple of the Qinglian Realm? Only there have people called me like this."
"But... when did the Qinglian Realm produce a great cultivator like you?"
At this point, Yao Wenxuan stopped speaking altogether.
