Ji Yuanye felt a slight decrease in his inner doubts upon hearing this.
This person was undoubtedly exceptional.
They must have crossed paths a century ago in the Dragon Gate, exchanged polite bows without clashing, and had even briefly offered mutual aid.
The passage of time within the Dragon Gate is as elusive as it is volatile—sometimes interminably long, sometimes extraordinarily fleeting. Even Daoist companions who journey together within it can be completely forgotten, let alone those who've merely encountered each other a handful of times and exchanged mutual admiration.
No one who hasn't endured the tribulations of the Dragon Gate could speak such words. Ji Yuanye tentatively acknowledged Zhu Minglang's identity, but his vigilance remained firmly in place.
