Squeak~
"Jiang Yan, you—"
Whoosh!
Zhang Qianyue had just opened the door and had not even had time to speak when his Spirit Platform sounded an alarm. He sensed an incomparably sharp substance shooting toward him.
"Fuck!"
Boom!
A barrier instantly rose around his body, narrowly blocking it outside.
"You brat, are you trying to murder me?!"
Zhang Qianyue let out a long breath, then glared at Jiang Yan.
"Ah... that was an accident. An accident."
Jiang Yan awkwardly withdrew his hand. All his Spiritual Power retreated into his Spirit Platform, his aura drawn inward and contained without release.
"Was that Spiritual Power just now?"
Worthy of being an Eighth Order warrior, Zhang Qianyue had seen through Jiang Yan's method of attack in a single exchange.
Yet he found it strange. Jiang Yan's Spiritual Power felt somewhat odd, but he could not put his finger on what exactly was wrong.
Jiang Yan calmly admitted it. "It was Spiritual Power. So, how did it feel?"
Jiang Yan asked for Zhang Qianyue's opinion.
"Mm—" Zhang Qianyue shot Jiang Yan a glare. "Good thing it was me. If it had been anyone else walking in just now, you would've killed them."
"Then it was pretty good."
"Is that the point?!"
"Sigh, forget it. I came to tell you something." Zhang Qianyue pulled over a stool and sat down, his voice grave.
"Jiang Yan, the matter of you being attacked by the Heavenly Demon Cult will probably have to remain buried forever."
"The higher-ups say making something like this public could easily cause panic among the people and alert the enemy."
"Besides, since you aren't from Tian Yuan Star, no one will seek justice for you in this matter."
Hearing that, Jiang Yan spread his hands indifferently. "I never expected anyone to seek justice