His voice was filled with concern.

Chen Xiaogu snapped out of his daze and shook his head: "It's nothing, it's nothing."

He had just heard the name Chen Tianwen and subconsciously assumed it was his son.

But when I came to my senses, I realized that this was simply impossible.

He knew better than anyone what level his own Chen Tianwen was at.

He has mediocre talent and is almost twenty years old, but he is still only at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

He is still bound to the Divine Sword Sect by Xu Xinrou.

How could it be this terrifying being who could kill a Nascent Soul cultivator with a single sword strike?

Cutting off his thoughts, he clasped his hands in a fist and said to the crowd, "I apologize, but I overreacted upon hearing the name of an old friend..."

"It's okay, it's okay, you can continue!"

Chen Yunxiang waved his hand, covering for Chen Xiaogu.

"According to the information I gathered from my master's family, this powerful figure named Chen Tianwen should be a genius disciple who went on a journey a thousand years ago..."

Hearing the young man's story, Chen Xiaogu's heart sank.

Although he knew perfectly well that this Chen Tianwen could not be his son.

But they still held onto a sliver of hope. However, the Chen family had already discovered that this person's true origin was that of their ancestor who had left home to travel a thousand years ago.

Compared to his own mediocre son who was imprisoned.

The ancestor who traveled far from home is definitely more reliable...

"Sigh." Chen Xiaogu sighed inwardly.

He couldn't help but wonder, how come there's such a big difference between people named Chen Tianwen?

One who can slay a Nascent Soul cultivator with a single sword strike.

The fate of the other remains unknown.

If only my son could be this powerful...

Thinking of this, Chen Xiaogu felt a sense of absurdity.

He also knew that this was impossible.

If that's the case, how could the Chen family have fallen to this state?