Zhou Qing straightened up, facing Sikong Yan from a distance.
"I discovered an issue." Sikong Yan's gaze was as sharp as a knife, studying Zhou Qing curiously.
"Last time at the edge of Canglan Mountain, in my perception, there was clearly only that blond kid, but you appeared like a ghost, all of a sudden."
He took a step forward: "One could even say, you were obviously right next to him, yet I didn't notice."
Zhou Qing felt a shiver in his heart but did not show it on his face.
Sikong Yan continued: "And just now, when Wu Sha brought you outside the hall, I was pondering how I should meet you..."
His voice gradually lowered, "In just a moment of distraction, you were already inside, even speaking with Nannan for quite a while."
Sikong Yan stared intently at Zhou Qing, the curiosity in his eyes growing stronger: "I only realized afterward, as if... I somehow overlooked you."
He suddenly closed in aggressively: "How did you do it?"
