Yang Chen looked at the golden-armored elder. Observing his Qi, he had reached the Heaven-separated Realm, so he naturally didn't hesitate and greeted, "May I know the name of the esteemed friend?"
"I am Broken River, and I wonder if the friend is indeed Yang Chen." A hint of probing intent came from Broken River's smile.
Yang Chen noticed Broken River's deliberate attempt to test him, narrowing his eyes and raising the corners of his lips, realizing that Broken River was suspicious of his true identity.
He didn't react, merely waving his hand and slightly releasing his pressure.
The next moment, Broken River felt that his pressure was like an egg hitting a rock, like a minor sorcerer encountering a great one. It was immediately deterred.
And the power Yang Chen revealed was like the tip of an iceberg, insignificant. He couldn't even probe anything specific accurately.
