Upon hearing this voice, Yang Zhen's eyes lit up. It had been a long time since anything exciting had happened, and now, finally, there was a fellow practitioner who knew how to show off. Yang Zhen hurriedly raised his head, looking with interest.
Before he could see who the person was at the entrance of the stairway, he heard another all-too-familiar voice.
"Brother Fang, are these the grandfather and grandson you mentioned? The ones who refuse to leave Final Void Mountain?"
Upon hearing this familiar voice, Yang Zhen hurriedly pulled out a large straw hat from his storage ring and put it on, pressing it down a bit more for good measure.
There were all sorts of practitioners with hats in the teahouse, and even many strangely attired folks. Yang Zhen wearing a large straw hat didn't stand out at all. This was a necessary precaution; he had not expected to run into someone he knew in such a remote place.
