Although the two Ming sisters addressed him as "Senior," they remained extraordinarily vigilant, constantly assessing and confirming his cultivation.
What filled them even more was bewilderment. Was this gray-robed old man who had suddenly appeared an enemy or a friend? They had no way of judging his character.
What Yan Qingchen had done earlier—speaking softly and pleasantly one moment, then suddenly attacking the next—was not impossible here either.
As they spoke, the two women took out Pills and swallowed them in front of the gray-robed old man, making no attempt to conceal the true extent of their injuries.
This man had clearly been hiding in the shadows for quite some time. He must have already formed a rough judgment of how badly they were injured.
That was precisely why they did this: to see how he would react.
If the gray-robed old man harbored malicious intentions, there was a good chance he would immediately stop them from recovering, lest they become trouble for him.
Yet even after they swallowed the Pills, the gray-robed old man remained where he was without moving an inch. This allowed the two women to relax slightly.
Still, after observing him for a while, they could not tell whether the gray-robed old man's appearance was his true face or a disguise created through transformation.
They could sense no trace of spellwork lingering on his face. On the contrary, his facial muscles and bones looked especially natural.
"You appeared here at this time. You should be from Huangqi Valley. Two members of the demon beast race who joined Huangqi Valley—what are you doing here?"
Li Yan looked at the two women opposite him, frowned, and questioned them in return. How could he let them lead him by the nose? They had actually tried to pull this move