Ye Ding approached and said, "Ghost Swordsman An Jing?"
An Jing looked at the white-robed old Daoist next to Yu Ying, "You must be Great Heavenly Yang Ye Ding, am I correct?"
"Indeed."
Ye Ding nodded slightly in response.
Jiang Shang, with his white hair and youthful face, exuded a deep and ocean-like calmness of character, whereas Ye Ding manifested an added sense of transcendence and ease.
"I've long admired your reputation!"
An Jing folded his fists in a salute, his gaze calm like water.
Ye Ding, a Grandmaster of his generation who had once stood alongside Jiang Shang atop Jianghu as a master of unparalleled skill, enjoyed immense renown. Even Lou Xiangzhen spoke of him with extra solemnity and caution.
Observing those water-like eyes, Ye Ding said, "No wonder you, sir, have gained such fame at such a young age."