Yuchi closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. As he had observed Feng Zhaoyang earlier, Feng Zhaoyang had noticed it. The intuition of a cultivator at the Spirit Storage Stage, it seemed. But fortunately, he played it off with a laugh and sidestepped the issue. He's still the same, always trying to reveal his weaknesses in front of others.
A man's most logical weakness is, indeed, his love of beauty.
That's just how he is.
Now, in his heart, a brief suspicion had formed: "I suspect Feng Zhaoyang and Wang Haoran have known each other for a long time. Their relationship might be quite good, so when Feng Zhaoyang heard that Li Ruolan had Wang Haoran's help, even though he pretended for a while, his words weren't false. He truly seemed relieved."
"Secondly, Feng Zhaoyang should have some common purpose with that group of cultivators. They all want to sit down and talk. Whether it's because of mutual fear or something deeper, it's something I need to slowly observe."
