Zhanxian

A lot of disciples came to the Hidden Pavilion, more than a hundred people every day, many of them didn’t have any business here, but just wanted to look at Yang Chen’s obsessed appearance and would roam in Yang Chen’s surroundings daily.

Because this had become a habit for Yang Chen, the people close to him did not mind it much, in any case, everyone who entered the Hidden Pavilion was a servant or disciple of the Pure Yang Palace, so they were not allowed to exchange blows here. He also took no notice of other people, and thus, others also didn’t try to look for him. Therefore, Yang Chen did not pay any attention to whoever was near him and was solely engrossed in scanning the jade slips, one by one, using his spiritual awareness.

However, the voice made Yang Chen sluggish, as he was recalling some warm memories from the bottom of his heart. In his previous life, when Yang Chen was in the Nine Earth Manor, this was the voice which cared for him, and after his rebirth, Yang Chen had thought only of his master and forgot the warm sensation he had initially sensed.

Turning his head, Yang Chen looked at the owner of that voice. And exactly as in Yang Chen’s memories: well-fitted clothes with a finely crafted hem on her skirt, and a calm look in her eyes, with an exceptional complexion, similar to a fairy in a mythology, people stopped behind Yang Chen’s body as if they were in a trance.

“Gongsun Senior apprentice sister!”

After addressing her loudly, all of a sudden Yang Chen was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say and just silently stood, rooted to the ground.

“Junior apprentice brother Yang, this kind of random, impure reading is likely going to affect your cultivation.”

Gongsun Ling, looking at the junior apprentice brother whose name she had constantly heard recently, advised with good intentions.

However at that moment, Yang Chen’s mind had already returned to his previous life and the memories of Gongsun Ling started appearing bit by bit.