After Zhang Yan landed in front of the three, he withdrew the sword light and walked out, standing with hands behind his back, he spoke gently, "Are you Zhao Chong?"
Zhao Chong felt puzzled, clasped his fists in respect, and said, "Indeed, how does the Daoist know my humble name?"
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "I saw you once when you were young, but you do not remember."
When Zhao Chong was brought back by Luo Xiao to the mansion, he indeed met Zhang Yan once, but at that time, he was still young and had not started cultivation, so his memory of that appearance was somewhat blurred.
Although Zhang Yan could call out his name, Zhao Chong was prudent and dared not easily believe, cautiously saying, "I have already sent a message, if the Daoist is an old acquaintance of the mansion, please wait a moment, Senior Sister Liu will arrive shortly."
Just as the sound stopped, a white mist like frost and snow flew up from Zhao You Heavenly Pond, heading this way.
