"Is it you?"
Wuchen's gaze sharpened.
The white blade of light gathered at his fingertip silently dispersed.
At the same time, the playful smile on his face faded, replaced by scrutiny.
Jiang Fan patted the dust from his sleeve and met Wuchen's eyes calmly.
"Oh? You know me?"
Wuchen stared fixedly at Jiang Fan, trying to spot something unusual about him.
"These past few days, every time the Saint Sect gave sermons, handed out porridge, or held baptisms, you were always there in the crowd!"
Jiang Fan blinked, then nodded frankly.
"So you noticed me long ago!"
"I thought I was being very discreet!"
Seeing Jiang Fan so fearless, Wuchen became even more wary.
"You're also from the Holy Land?"
Jiang Fan smiled.
"Me? I'm just an outsider who recently arrived in Yunlan City, curious enough to watch the excitement!"
Wuchen said coldly, "An outsider?"
"An outsider who can stroll around calmly under the pressure of someone at the middle stage of the Emperor realm, without the slightest disorder in his aura?"
"And who just happens to appear here at this moment and accidentally knock over a wooden cart?"
"Do you think I would believe that?"
Before his words had even faded, the holy white light around him flickered once more.
His aura was like an invisible net, quietly locking down the alley mouth.
Against the woman in blue, he was confident he could deal with her.
But this newly arrived young man... he truly found him somewhat impossible to see through.
There was no trace of spiritual power leaking from the other party, yet as he stood there, he gave off a feeling of returning to simplicity and truth.
All of it set alarm bells ringing in his heart.
Before Jiang Fan could answer, the woman in blue opposite