Yan Jianhan, Soul-Bewitching Finger

When Zhang Xiaohua saw Senior Brother Yan, who had been waiting for a long time, he could not help but freeze. "Why is it him?"

Calling them familiar would not be quite right. They had only met once—on Zhang Xiaohua's first night here, when they had shared a table in the dining hall.

Hmm, and he had rather interestingly warned Zhang Xiaohua that he would definitely give him some pointers when he had the time.

Sure enough, he was a man who never broke his word. He had come to give Zhang Xiaohua some pointers!

Senior Brother Ma walked up to Senior Brother Yan, who was sitting casually atop a boulder. His manner was exceedingly respectful as he cupped his hands in salute. "Senior Brother Yan, Ren Xiaoyao has arrived."

Senior Brother Yan had been watching all along. He waved his hand now. "All right, go attend to your business."

After Senior Brother Ma left, Senior Brother Yan did not speak. As though he were meeting a stranger, he merely sized Zhang Xiaohua up and down with great interest.

Zhang Xiaohua did not mind either. He stood straight, and while his eyes were not openly provocative, they did not avoid Senior Brother Yan in the slightest. He was observing Yan Jianhan as well.

After a moment of silence, Yan Jianhan withdrew his gaze and turned it toward the sea of white clouds over Yi Xiang Peak. Smiling, he said, "My name is Yan Jianhan. This should be the second time I've met Junior Brother Ren, correct?"

Zhang Xiaohua found his profound manner somewhat amusing. He nodded. "Thank you, Senior Brother Yan, for dining at the same table as me that day. I remember you said you would give me some pointers. I never expected those pointers to come so quickly!"