"Brother Luo... Senior!"
The word "brother" that had reached Steward Yan's lips was swallowed back down, replaced by the somewhat respectful address of "Senior."
"Senior knew I would come?"
After speaking, Steward Yan scrutinized Luo Chen carefully, determined not to miss the slightest change in his expression.
To his disappointment, Luo Chen's expression was calm as a lake.
"I punished Lai Er before your very eyes. If you had any discernment at all, you should have noticed something amiss and come looking for me. If you lacked even that much discernment, then there was no need for you to come."
Steward Yan came to a realization. Sure enough, Luo Chen had acted deliberately back then.
He himself had arrived late because he had cautiously investigated matters first, delaying some time.
He had investigated Jing Lan, investigated Luo Chen's background, investigated Lai Er's bizarre injuries, and had even thoroughly investigated everything Luo Chen had done during that day in Qingshan Town.
Only after completing all those preparations did he have the slightest confidence to come visit.
Steward Yan asked cautiously, "Senior, are you a cultivator from beyond this realm?"
Luo Chen raised his eyes, and his calm expression finally changed.
The other man had called him a "cultivator," rather than a practitioner, nor had he called him an immortal like ignorant mortals did. That meant he clearly understood the vast difference between cultivators and other beings.
In other words, within this Great Cataclysm Realm, either there were orthodox cultivators, or there were records concerning them!
"So what if I am? So what if I am not?"
Steward Yan lowered his eyes obediently. "Whether you are or not does not affect my invitation for Senior to become the Young City Lord's retainer. It is merely that, after confirming Senior's origins, I can