At this moment.
The Pan Yan Emperor Army seemed to be waiting for something.
A fair-faced youth clad in a white-gold brocade robe stood beside Pan Yan and said, "Brother Yan, how about we find a place to lie low first? You've already safely cleared the first hurdle anyway. At most, bring a few more capable confidants in with you. Most of the brothers aren't here to enter the sect—they just hope you can lend them a hand if anything urgent happens in the future."
"No rush. I'm waiting for someone," Pan Yan said with a smile.
A bewitchingly curvaceous woman in red parted her crimson lips. "Who could be worth so much of Brother Yan's attention?"
Pan Yan said, "A brother with a good temperament. He looks pleasing to the eye too. As for his strength... it should be decent."
When the two had met, neither had revealed their strength to the other. Pan Yan knew that his own combat power ranked among the first tier.
As for Li Tianming... he should be somewhere in the upper-middle ranks, Pan Yan guessed based on his intuition from their first meeting.
"That kid's got a pretty good face too!" Pan Yan suddenly recalled the man's head of white hair, handsome features, and black-gold pupils, and blurted it out without thinking.
The red-clad woman's expression shifted slightly. It was not obvious, yet impossible to overlook. "No wonder he was unmoved by my throwing myself at him. So he likes men..."
Just then, Pan Yan's communication stone lit up at the perfect moment. He promptly connected it, and the image of a handsome white-haired figure radiating majestic imperial might emerged.
"Brother, you finally remembered me. If your communication stone hadn't rung soon, I'd have thought that 'Little Empress' had dealt with you too."