Wang Chen was not the only one caught in this predicament.
Several cultivators in the crowd shared the same urgency, their expressions tightening as the black-robed man turned to leave. Just as frustration was about to boil over, a sudden burst of laughter rang out.
"Long time no see, Senior Jin. I hope you haven't forgotten this little one."
The speaker was a slightly chubby man clad in extravagant robes, spirit gems sewn into his sleeves without restraint. As he laughed, the flesh on his face jiggled cheerfully—yet oddly, his voice carried a smooth, magnetic quality that cut through the noise and drew every gaze toward him.
The middle-aged man in black halted mid-step.
He turned slowly, his sharp eyes scanning the chubby man with newfound seriousness. That voice… it sounded familiar.
Then realization struck.
His eyes lit up.
"So it is Nephew Yang Kai…"
The moment those words fell, the crowd collectively inhaled.
Whispers erupted like wildfire.
"Yang… Yang Family?!"
