To be fair, even Qin Yang had to admit that Mei Yan was indeed a talent. After arriving in the Ten Directions Realm, he had developed remarkably well over the years.
He had latched onto the Ten Directions Emperor's thigh, then onto the Discipline Guard Chief's thigh. With him acting so arrogantly outside, honestly, it did not even count as true arrogance. It was merely standard procedure.
The first time he provided intelligence, Qin Yang had never intended to give him a clear-cut question. He also knew that any clear question would inevitably exceed Mei Yan's capabilities.
He had told Mei Yan to provide whatever intelligence he saw fit, pretending not to know that Mei Yan would turn around and sell him out. He could roughly guess how the Discipline Guard Chief would handle it.
Yet he did not want to ignore it entirely. He even wanted to fish something out in return, so he naturally had to quietly tell Mei Yan: the intelligence had to be provided, but Mei Yan could decide what to give. It would be best if the other side could not make anything out from it.
What else could Mei Yan do? If he gave something slightly important, then if they could get an answer, they could work backward to infer the question.
If he gave unimportant things, then his value would be greatly discounted.
After thinking it over and over, he could only resort to a stupid method.
A bombardment of junk information. There really was some slightly important intelligence, hidden within that vast torrent of garbage.
Anyway, I did my utmost. My abilities were limited, my status was limited. To accomplish this much in such a short time while also keeping it hidden from the Ten Directions Divine Dynasty's people—was that easy for