Yan Xiangma was utterly astonished.
"Li Mu Yang has been exposed?" Yan Xiangma wondered inwardly. Could something have happened in Tiandu City during the days I was unconscious—something I don't know about?
Otherwise, how would Father know that Li Mu Yang had returned to Tiandu?
But if Li Mu Yang's whereabouts had been exposed—or rather, if there were even the slightest trace that he had returned to Tiandu, wouldn't the entire city have been thrown into an uproar? The whole Xifeng Empire would probably be plunged into countless upheavals because of it.
In that case, everyone should be busy surrounding and slaughtering him. How could Father have the leisure to tell me that Li Mu Yang had been exposed?
His thoughts raced in a thousand directions. Yan Xiangma was inwardly astonished, yet his face remained impassive.
He first froze, then widened his eyes and looked at his father. "That's impossible. Back in the Kunlun Ruins, Li Mu Yang slaughtered countless human elites. Later, he fled with the divine treasure of Shenzhou, the Myriad Spirit Jade Seal, and even abandoned his little girlfriend. He should be too busy hiding from humanity to return to Tiandu. How could he possibly have the nerve to come back?"
Uncle Yan's gaze was like a blade, scraping back and forth across his son Yan Xiangma's face as he scrutinized him intently.
After a long while, he finally gave up and said, "Could it be that you didn't stand up and take Song Fuxiao's attack for the sake of protecting Li Mu Yang?"
In Uncle Yan's mind, this was the only reason that could have made Yan Xiangma do something so dangerous.
He understood his son's temperament far too well. Yan Xiangma was afraid of death, lazy, and content with comfort. The gentle words and soft