Meng Changyun was stunned. A mere Imperial Zenith Realm cultivator actually wanted them to leave?
Had this been in the past, he would have flicked the man away with a single finger!
But Meng Changyun knew full well that he was now playing the role of a servant. Sensibly, he said nothing, his eyes watching his nose, his nose watching his heart.
In truth, the robed elder could not be blamed for lacking discernment.
Su Yi had kept his aura completely restrained. Even World King Realm figures would be unable to see through his cultivation.
And as a servant, how could Meng Changyun dare to act conspicuously?
Even while standing, he did not dare stand shoulder to shoulder with Su Yi. He remained off to one side behind Su Yi, wearing the humble, obedient air of an old servant.
Under such circumstances, the robed elder naturally had no way of knowing what terrifying beings stood before him.
Su Yi sized up the robed elder, a faintly strange look in his eyes. "You are from the Shang Clan?"
The robed elder froze, then asked in astonishment, "How did Your Excellency see through that?"
Su Yi's gaze turned subtle as he murmured to himself, "So it is indeed true."
Earlier, he had wondered how anyone had managed to find this place.
Now, he understood. The other party came from the Shang Clan—they were kin of Shang Jianlou!
For a moment, Su Yi's feelings became complicated. "I happen to know that the Shang Clan's supreme inheritance is the Grand Yin Nine Revolutions Scripture. That is why I recognized it at a glance."
The robed elder was moved. "Your Excellency has keen eyes indeed!"
Only then did Meng Changyun realize that the other party was kin to Shang Jianlou, the Nine Yin Sword Demon,