The Yang Family's Roping In (1)

Several hours later.

Chen Daoxuan's flying light landed outside of Spirit Day City.

Before he could step into Spirit Day City, a Yang family cultivator waiting at the city gate recognized Chen Daoxuan.

This Yang family cultivator was in his middle years and had a good appearance, making people have a good impression of him.

"Are you Fellow Daoist Chen Daoxuan?"

"Fellow Daoist is…"

Chen Daoxuan couldn't recognize who the other party was. He could only recognize that this was a cultivator from the Yang family through his clothes.

The middle-aged cultivator cupped his hands and smiled."Fellow Daoist, please don't misunderstand. This is the first time we've met. I've been ordered by the clan leader to wait for you here."

"Oh? Old Ancestor Yang's order?"

Chen Daoxuan's heart skipped a beat.

"That's right. Fellow Daoist, please!"

As the middle-aged cultivator spoke, he made an inviting gesture.