Seeing Li Yan, his eyes were obviously filled with vigilance.
Mystical Sect commander Murong Yan rose with a radiant smile as Li Yan entered, her movements graceful and warm: "Young Hero Li, a youthful hero whose name shakes the Capital! This time heading south, you've done marvels in Yangzhou, defeating demons and evils—who in Jinling City doesn't know of you? I've admired you for a long time, and it's truly an honor for Qiyuan Building to have you here today."
"Please, take the seat of honor and try these freshly served hot dishes, all with the flavors of Jinling..."
Her words carried a blend of respect and composure.
However, Li Yan's feet didn't move an inch, his gaze as sharp as a blade, bypassing Murong Yan and landing directly on the face of the old Daoist in a coarse robe who had a worn gourd at his waist.
"Zhou Yinyao?"
Li Yan said coldly, "Daring to reveal yourself before me, what do you mean by this?"
As he spoke, he had already reached for the Hook Paper.
