"Yang Zhen? Are you really Yang Zhen?"
Yang Zhen's shout had attracted five people, none of whom seemed to be together, except for a young man and a young woman who apparently came as a pair.
The man looked refined, while the woman seemed like a well-bred lady, obviously of significant status.
The questioner was an old man, hunched over, leaning on a deer head cane, looking somewhat arrogant but with the air to back it up.
This was a half-step Great Saint, accompanied by a disciple who curiously watched Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen only glanced at another person before losing interest, probably a nearby rogue practitioner, who stood far away, looking as if he was there just to watch the commotion.
Yang Zhen grinned, revealing a simple and honest expression typical of a guy-next-door, and said, "Everyone, long time no see, I've missed you all. May I ask where you are heading?"
