What should I do? Should I expose his identity, or pretend I knew nothing? What was his purpose in coming here? Did he represent himself, or the Divine Constable Gate?
Ruan Hanyun's mind raced. He quickly confirmed Xiang Yang's identity without a doubt.
First, judging from Xiang Yang's age and martial cultivation, there was only one person he knew of who had attained the Dao in his twenties. It would be difficult for there to be a second; legends were hard to replicate.
Second, and more importantly, in Unrivaled Pupils, Xiang Yang was practically a living blade in motion. Other than the Heavenly Blade, no one else could possibly display such a sight.
Xiang Yang and the other two restrained their auras as they slowly approached Ruan Hanyun. None of them looked particularly pleased, because all three had noticed Ruan Hanyun's reaction.
His heart pounded like a war drum. The surge of blood and qi from excessive agitation had flushed his face, while fear and distraction had left his lips dry and cracked. His reaction was far too obvious.
This middle-aged man had definitely seen through something. At the very least, he had realized that the three of them possessed strength beyond his ability to resist, which was why he wore such an expression and demeanor.
Xiang Yang's tall body stopped before Ruan Hanyun, his shadow swallowing the other man in darkness.
His blade-like brows lifted slightly as he carefully examined Ruan Hanyun's eyes. Sensing the dense, resilient spiritual force within them, Xiang Yang knew that he had miscalculated this time.
He had thought that with himself, Nan Fenglan, and Huang Shaoxiong concealing their auras and posing as ordinary Postnatal martial artists, together with Xiang Yang's Dao-attainment cultivation masking the truth, no one except the eldest Bai brother should have