Zhao Wuji felt a surge of excitement.
In the Outer Sect, even after ten years, he might not have the chance to even say a word to the top figure, let alone have that figure speak to him.
Thinking of this, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but sigh, "Your luck is truly extraordinary. You've only been in the sect for a few days, and even a figure like Elder Nangong knows your name..."
"It's just a fortuitous encounter," Chen Yan casually replied with a smile. "I don't have good talent and come from a background as a Loose Cultivator, with no roots or backing. I just happened to stumble upon this case, which gave me the opportunity to have an influential figure send a message."
"That's still luck!" Zhao Wuji remained envious.
Chen Yan was about to say a few polite words and take his leave, but suddenly saw two Snow Cliff Pass warriors in leather armor quickly approaching down the corridor.
"Who is Zhao Shanhe?" the warrior on the right asked in a deep voice.
