"Mr. Chen...? To encounter you here truly is... fate." Zhao Deshan broke the silence, his voice carrying a hint of tentative curiosity.
"Daoist Zhao, it's been a long time. I hope you've been well."
Back then, near Yin Sword Mountain, Chen Yi once saved Zhao Deshan, accompanied by Lu Ying at the time. Later, when heading to Yin Sword Mountain, to repay the life-saving grace, Zhao Deshan helped confuse the Sect Leader of Yin Sword Mountain.
With comings and goings, they developed some camaraderie.
The atmosphere initially stagnated, and Zhao Deshan once again scrutinized Chen Yi, his heart filled with even more suspicion and surprise.
After not seeing him for a long while, this person's aura was even more reserved and withdrawn, seemingly more so than the last meeting, like a deep, ancient well with a calm surface but unpredictable undercurrents beneath.
