Zhao Zhi immediately chased after Wei Zhongran, urging him to cast a spell and check on their daughter.
Wei Zhongran did not agree with doing so, but she pestered him until his head ached. In the end, he could only cast a spell and bring forth the images of Li Yan and Zhao Min.
His cultivation was exceptional, and this was Small Bamboo Peak. What could he not do here?
But Wei Zhongran had no wish to listen to his daughter's private whispers. That would be unseemly for a man of his age, so he showed only their figures, without sound.
Zhao Zhi was rather resentful. A mother wanted to know everything, but Wei Zhongran flatly refused to budge on this point.
When he saw Li Yan and Zhao Min leaning against each other on the platform, gazing at the night scenery, Wei Zhongran immediately withdrew the spell in exasperation.
"What a pity Li Yan's parents and elder brother have all passed away. Otherwise, I'd go to them tomorrow and have them send a betrothal gift. We don't want anything from them, after all, just a promise from his elders..."
Zhao Zhi went on chattering, while Wei Zhongran felt his brain beginning to boil...
The following afternoon, a group of familiar fellow disciples came to Li Yan's courtyard.
They were among the few people Li Yan knew well in the sect: Wang Tian, Zuo Shengyan, Baili Yuan, and Du Sanjiang.
Wang Tian still wore his gloomy expression. He and Zuo Shengyan had become cultivation partners, and all four had succeeded in reaching the Golden Core Realm at some point over the past hundred years.
From their auras, Li Yan could roughly judge the grade of each person's Golden Core Realm. He placed more importance on that grade than on their