Under that identical aura, even their facial features seemed to bear a resemblance.
"Has Daoist Shen gone missing these past few days to look for his daughter?"
"Thank you for your troubles, Elder."
Shen Yi didn't exchange many courtesies. Although he found it strange that Yan Chongzhang wasn't the one who came, he didn't question further. He nodded slightly in response, then cupped his hands in thanks.
Seeing this, Yang Yunheng was stunned for a moment, and then he shook his head with a wry smile.
Comparing people can prove fatal, comparing goods can see them thrown away.
Both born of noble origins and with astonishing talent—one eager to flaunt the "Infinite Dao Emperor Sect" name on his face, while the other, so long as not offended, gives off the impression of a modest gentleman.
What a pity, for it is no longer the era of Southern Hong.
