Shi Hen knew that Huo Lian had saved Yan Youwang.
Clearly, Huo Lian had also put considerable thought into Yan Youwang. Otherwise, he would not have trusted him so much.
"No need. If Fan Liya really goes out, his journey won't be so smooth. Wei Yidao will stop him," Huo Lian said.
"Wei Yidao?" Shi Hen's expression changed. "Can he stop Fan Liya?"
Wei Yidao must have made enormous gains in strength under Huo Lian. Shi Hen had no doubt about that.
But to say that Wei Yidao could stop Fan Liya-wasn't that a little exaggerated?
"It doesn't matter if he can't. At least he can buy us time, and that's enough," Huo Lian said.
"True," Shi Hen said. "Hall Master, what if Feng He goes out himself?"
"That's impossible," Huo Lian said. "These old things think very highly of themselves, especially Feng He. His strength really isn't much, but he puts on enormous airs. The weaker they are, the bigger their airs and tempers, and he's a perfect example. Have him personally deliver a message to Pang Ji?"
Shi Hen paused, then realized that made sense.
Someone like Feng He, a figure from ten thousand years ago, was unlikely to do such a thing. Sending Fan Liya to deliver the message was already the limit.
"In fact, most likely, Feng He will pretend nothing happened and remain silent," Huo Lian said with a slight smile. "For the people of the Jianghu, Huang Xiao taking the Hall Master's Seat is better than Pang Yi taking it. Old Ghost Feng He can't possibly fail to see that."
Huang Xiao, however, did not think Fan Liya would deliver a message to Pang Ji. Even if Feng He ordered him to, he would probably deliberately stall.
Fan Liya's old life was still in