Two seconds passed in heavy silence. No one in the crowd dared to make a sound; they barely even breathed.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Elder Wen Zhao had come to deal with Yang An personally. But to everyone's surprise, Yang An gave no response, as if he hadn't heard a thing.
"El... Elder..."
As Wen Zhao's expression grew darker, the immense pressure he exuded washed over everyone present. Someone, trembling, tried to get Yang An's attention.
Yang An took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes, a flash of anger in their depths.
'I was trying to learn Qiangui Mountain's Techniques in my mind. It's difficult without anything concrete to work with, and I'd just found a lead when this guy Wen Zhao showed up.'
'I really don't want to deal with this guy, but he's here to cause trouble. I'll have to put the Technique aside and handle this first.'
"I thought you were so injured you'd lost your senses. It seems Elder Mu is doing just fine after all."
