The newcomers were none other than the leader of the Hong Alliance, Zhao Yunchen, and his son, Zhao Shifeng.
"Alliance Leader Zhao."
Chen Che cupped his hands in greeting, a question forming in his mind:
"What brings you two here...?"
"City Lord Zuo and I are old acquaintances. He invited my son and me to help defend the city."
Zhao Shifeng's expression was sour. He had never forgotten that this was the young man who had forced his father to humbly apologize. Standing behind his father, he offered only a slight cupping of his hands and muttered, "Valley Master Chen."
Zhao Yunchen, on the other hand, was incredibly warm, as if greeting a long-lost friend.
"We only just arrived. We heard a Golden Core cultivator had appeared outside the city, so we rushed over to take a look. I never expected to run into you here, Valley Master Chen! With you present, Celestial Ghost City will surely be impregnable."
'He's certainly well-connected,' Chen Che thought.
