Meanwhile, Mo Qing and Wei Zhongran listened to Li Yan and the other party probing each other through their words. Even Wei Zhongran was taken aback.
At this moment, Li Yan seemed unlike the person he remembered.
Whenever Li Yan returned to Small Bamboo Peak, if someone had something to discuss with him, he would generally answer only what he was asked and never say an extra word.
Moreover, he had always treated Wei Zhongran with respect. This had given Wei Zhongran a fixed impression—that Li Yan still seemed to be that somewhat restrained village youth who had just entered the sect.
Even after Li Yan's cultivation had surpassed his own, whenever Li Yan stood before him, he still only answered when asked, never taking the initiative to say anything. He was a man of few words.
But now, listening to the exchange between Li Yan and the brawny bald man, Wei Zhongran was shocked to discover that every sentence spoken by his young disciple was exceedingly smooth and artful.
He appeared to be answering the other party's questions, yet there was not a shred of actual substance in his answers. This was worlds apart from the Li Yan in Wei Zhongran's memory.
Only because the people on their side knew the situation did they realize that every word Li Yan spoke seemed to conceal ten or eight hidden schemes.
Even if someone spotted a few loopholes, Li Yan could plug them from several directions, still leaving them unsure whether they had merely imagined it.
Wei Zhongran sensed Mo Qing casting him a somewhat strange look. He also glanced at Zhao Min and his sixth disciple, only to find that Zhao Min and Gong Chenying did not seem particularly surprised.
Zi Kun kept his eyes lowered throughout, as though he