"Bei Haifan of the East Sea Gang pays respects to Young Master Luo Yan."
"Bei Haiyan of the East Sea Gang pays respects to Young Master Luo Yan."
"Bei Yang of the East Sea Gang pays respects to Young Master Luo Yan."
The three old men took the initiative to speak, personally stating their names.
They were indeed still suspicious of whether the Young Master Luo Yan before them was genuine.
After all, he possessed the Eternal Bloodline.
Someone like that was not a figure small families like theirs could easily encounter.
Especially since the Luo Yan before them was completely different from what they had heard.
Three companions had suddenly appeared.
It would have been strange if they had not been suspicious.
Though they had their doubts.
They trusted Bei Mu's judgment and abilities even more.
No matter what, before confirming that these people were frauds, they could not reveal the slightest emotion.
Their respectful greetings also allowed Bei Mu to breathe a slight sigh of relief.
After all, when he had first encountered Qin Shaofeng's group, he too had doubted whether Luo Yan's identity was real.
But whether it was Luo Yan's aura or the martial skills Luo Yan had displayed.
Or even the insight Qin Shaofeng had casually given them in the end.
Every one of those things proved how extraordinary they were.
He knew Luo Yan's identity could not be fake, but he also knew that with how deceptive Qin Shaofeng's group was, it would be difficult for anyone to recognize at a glance that they truly faced the legendary Young Master Luo Yan.
How could the three elders' shrewdness—or rather, their trust in him—not make him let out that breath?
Only at this moment.
Did he turn to look at Qin Shaofeng and the other