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The Chen family members had never met Yang Ling and had no idea why he was returning together with Chen Qizheng.

Only the old patriarch of the Chen family caught a hint from Chen Qizheng's eyes and abruptly sat up straight.

Yang Ling glanced at the status panels of the Confucian scholar and the woman.

The woman was an Eighth-Rank expert, her attributes slightly stronger than Yuchi Hu's, likely at the Middle Eighth-Rank level.

As for this Confucian scholar, his skills were far from ordinary, with attributes comparable to Sun Biao's.

He was far stronger than an ordinary Lower Eighth-Rank, reaching at least the level of Upper Eighth-Rank.

"An Upper Eighth-Rank expert can indeed be considered top-tier within an entire prefectural capital. Once you reach the Lower Seventh-Rank, that's the level of a sect master of a Third-Rate sect."

With this thought, Yang Ling lightly flicked his sleeve and sat down naturally.

The Confucian scholar and the woman narrowed their eyes slightly, exchanging a glance without making any rash moves.