"Get the fuck away from me!!!"
Xie Changsheng, who was sitting cross-legged opposite Zhou Yan, diligently guarding him, was suddenly greeted with this curse.
What the hell?
I was fucking guarding you out of the goodness of my heart, and you told me to get lost!?
Xie Changsheng's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
He wished he could slap this little bastard awake right now and teach him what it meant to receive "a brutal lesson in life from an Immortal Lord."
But he soon noticed that, although sweat had seeped onto Zhou Yan's forehead, his eyes remained closed.
Clearly, the fellow had not woken up at all.
Could it be... those two old monsters, Shi Yin or Yu Jiutian, really left some contingency for possessing him?!
At that thought, Xie Changsheng hurriedly extended his divine sense and began inspecting Zhou Yan's condition in painstaking detail.
"Don't touch me. I'm fine."
Before Xie Changsheng's divine sense could approach, Zhou Yan waved him off, his eyes still closed.
"Really?" Xie Changsheng looked thoroughly suspicious. What old monster would admit to possessing someone?
To be safe, he decided to test him.
His mind raced, and he threw out a question that absolutely only their band of irreverent friends would know the answer to:
"Tell me, what's Song Chi's formation called?!"
Zhou Yan, who was digesting Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Derivation within his sea of consciousness, practically wanted to die when he heard Xie Changsheng's question.
Why the fuck were you giving me brainteasers!?
But he understood Xie Changsheng's suspicions and promptly spat out the answer, one word at a time.
"The... Crotch... Guarding... Formation."
Only upon hearing this answer did Xie Changsheng truly sigh in relief.
There was no doubt it was really him.
Having confirmed that Zhou Yan