Li Yan had no idea what the people behind him were thinking, but to him, it was merely a minor interlude, not worth taking to heart.
Unlike the vast majority of cultivators, aside from nearly losing his life to Strategist Ji when he had first entered the path of immortality, Li Yan's journey afterward had been smooth sailing under his sect's protection.
He was not as ill-fated as Hu Chen Wuding, whom he had once encountered, nor was he like Ding Yushan, forever treading on thin ice.
Li Yan had found a good sect. Unknowingly, he had developed in his bones the pride of a child born into a prestigious household.
Although Li Yan usually paid close attention to his words and conduct, he did not deliberately reveal such a mindset.
Yet when facing cultivators he believed posed no threat to him, even if they stood above him in cultivation, he would not inwardly place them upon a lofty altar to worship.
Li Yan quickly flew to Wei Zhongran's cave dwelling halfway up the front mountain.
Although he encountered another two patrol teams along the way, every team had, more or less, several people who recognized him.
He was the disciple of the person in charge of Windcool Mountain. Cultivators who knew Li Yan's identity would always introduce the situation here to the newly conscripted cultivators.
Among those patrol cultivators, some were even quite familiar with Li Yan. After he showed his token and exchanged a few simple words with them, they let him go about his business.
The moment Li Yan landed on the platform, he knew he might have come at the wrong time. There was no sign that the defensive formation outside the cave dwelling had been activated.
In the past, whenever Li Yan arrived, the formation