"Tang Yan." He softly uttered his name, then continued, "Actually, I believe you are the Rakshasa Gate Eldest Young Master, Young Master Yu. The timing just wasn't right. Why must we know each other to cross paths? Brother Yu, you left the Rakshasa Gate and appeared in the selection tournament. Surely there's some reason you find hard to speak of?"
"Bullshit! I merely wanted to experience the mortal world! There's no reason I find hard to speak of!" Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Yu Juechen immediately cried out.
"My guess is that Young Master Yu must have been thrown out of his home..."
"How did you know?!" Young Master Yu was instantly stunned. Clearly, only his father knew he had been thrown out!
"Because... you're far too shabby right now. You're clearly at the ninth grade of the profound tier, yet your eyes light up at the sight of second-tier elixirs. The Rakshasa Gate hasn't suffered a calamity that wiped it out, so the problem can only lie with you personally." Tang Yan voiced his deduction.
Yu Juechen no longer dared look at Tang Yan with any contempt. Although this youth had initially infuriated him enough to make him spit blood, every word he said had sound reasoning and evidence behind it. His logic was so meticulous that there was nothing to fault.
Tang Yan? Just which lineage did this person come from? Why had I never heard of him?
With the misunderstanding cleared up, Tang Yan said mildly, "It's getting late. Let's part here. Brother Yu, if you have more beast cores next time, you can come trade with me! Farewell!"
Cupping his fist, Tang Yan turned and left.
Watching Tang Yan's retreating figure, Yu Juechen marveled inwardly. What an interesting fellow.
"I owe you