At a glance, he left no impression at all, as if once thrown into a crowd, he could never be found again.
"Who is this person? I don't recognize him at all."
"I don't know him either. It seems none of the intelligence from the major factions mentioned such a person."
"He must be the direct disciple of some reclusive old monster. Only successors trained by those old monsters could possess such strength."
Su Zhao flew over to Zhao Tianji's side. The two stood shoulder to shoulder, their gazes assessing Qin Yan at the same time.
One of their sects was among the Four Great Overlord Factions, while the other was one of the Four Great Temples. Both possessed intelligence networks that ranked among the finest in All Heavens.
Information on the disciples of many reclusive old monsters had been recorded in their intelligence networks.
Yet as the two looked at Qin Yan's face and searched through all their memories, they could not match him with any piece of intelligence.
Qin Yan naturally sensed the gazes around him.
Envy, shock, wariness, and greed that was not concealed in the slightest.
Qin Yan frowned at the sight and prepared to leave this troublesome place.
However, before he could make a move, a clear voice came from the distance.
"Friend, would you honor us by becoming friends? I am Su Zhao, the Holy Son of the Temple of Light. This is my close friend, Zhao Tianji, who is also the Holy Son of Origin Hall."
Su Zhao and Zhao Tianji approached together, blocking Qin Yan's path from both sides.
A faint golden layer of Light Power enveloped Su Zhao. A perfectly measured smile rested on his handsome face, neither overly warm nor distant.
Zhao Tianji, standing beside him, held a cattail-leaf fan