The trio from the Demonic Path and Wan Tianming's group of three nearby naturally noticed what was happening as well.
Elder Qingyi, the old man in a scholar's robe, sent a voice transmission to Extreme Yin and Man Huzi, asking unhurriedly, "Do either of you know who those two are? Nascent Soul cultivators that young are quite rare. And they seem to know Madam Wen. Could they end up clashing with us?"
Man Huzi replied indifferently, "I've never seen them before, but I get the feeling that white-haired fellow is no ordinary man. I hope he doesn't get in the way of my plans, otherwise-hmph! We'll have to let our fists settle the matter!"
Extreme Yin chuckled. "I don't know who those two are either, but they showed Wan Tianming no courtesy whatsoever. They probably aren't on the righteous path's side."
Naturally, the three did not include the Fengle Merchant Alliance's second elder beside them in their voice transmissions. Thus, the only old man who knew Lin Yun and his companion's identities remained resting with his eyes closed.
After hearing their replies, Elder Qingyi felt a surge of irritation. They had said nothing but useless nonsense. He discreetly rolled his eyes, then closed them to rest as well.
On the righteous path's side, Wan Tianming glanced at Lin Yun from afar and snorted inwardly, but said nothing.
The old Daoist and the old farmer exchanged a glance, their eyes flickering thoughtfully. A moment later, they too closed their eyes to rest.
The two Star Palace elders, meanwhile, showed no reaction from beginning to end.
Lin Yun took in all their reactions. After saying a few words to Nangong Wan, he closed his eyes and began studying the mysteries of the space around him.
Time passed little by little, and the