The spirit wine on the stone table was as fragrant as ever.
But the atmosphere around the table had lost its earlier ease.
An invisible weight slowly settled over all of Clearwind Courtyard.
Li Yun stood straight and fixed his gaze on Ye Si.
Shock and curiosity were all he felt.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Si, can you tell me how you met Ye Chen?"
"From the way you speak, you seem to respect him quite a bit."
Beside him, Yu Huafeng had long since stopped smiling. He watched Ye Si, privately turning over every word he had said.
Ye Si smiled and looked at Yu Huafeng.
Then he abruptly rose and bowed, his face full of apology. "I'm sorry, Steward Yu. I owe you an apology first."
"When I joined Man Yue Palace, I said I was a Rogue Cultivator. In truth, I wasn't."
Yu Huafeng frowned. "Oh? Then who are you, exactly?"
Yu Huafeng was not angry. In fact, he had already seen that Ye Si's background was no ordinary one.
At the very least, an ordinary person—even an ordinary Saint Sect cultivator—would have struggled to remain as composed as Ye Si was now.
And sure enough.
The next moment, Ye Si dropped a bombshell.
"Steward Yu, Fellow Daoist Li..."
"I'm actually from the Eastern Estate. I used to be one of its Saint Sect guards."
Boom!
The words struck Li Yun and Yu Huafeng like lightning. Both stared at him in disbelief.
Yu Huafeng's breathing quickened.
"What did you say?"
"An Eastern Estate guard?"
"You mean the Eastern Estate of Eastern Estate, West Mountain, Southern Palace... that Eastern Estate?"
Ye Si nodded solemnly.
"Yes. That Eastern Estate!"
"Hiss..."
Yu Huafeng sucked in a sharp breath. The way he looked at Ye Si changed, and he could no longer