"Doctor Chen."
After Wu Cong entered Little Cold Peak, he respectfully greeted Chen Yi with a bow.
He looked worn and tired, his face lined with the traces of wind and frost, making his long scar seem less terrifying than usual.
Chen Yi wasn't fooled by his appearance. A Foundation Establishment cultivator who wanted to keep himself clean and fresh would only need a simple spell,
Wu Cong deliberately exhibited this hardship, as if showing how difficult his journey had been.
"Sit down, it must have been a tiring journey. Did you encounter any issues along the way?"
Chen Yi casually motioned for him to sit and let Liu Emei pour some Spirit Tea.
"Luckily, although there was chaos outside and bandit cultivators were running rampant, I often travel the outside world and know how to handle them, so I was able to carry out your instruction smoothly."
As he said these words, Wu Cong handed Chen Yi a storage bag.