Just as Li Yan was about to answer, the young cultivator behind the jade table, who had just set down a jade slip, looked up and saw Li Yan taking something out. His gaze immediately sharpened.
After hearing a soft exclamation, Li Yan heard the cultivator behind the jade table suddenly lower his voice. The place was already filled with a clamorous hubbub, and unless one deliberately listened, only the two of them could hear his words.
Although no one was forbidden from using Divine Sense here, the Divine Sense that appeared in such a place was generally only used to search for exits or places for registration.
In a place like this, few cultivators directly probed others with Divine Sense. The likeliest consequence of doing so would be to invite another's killing intent.
Though the cultivator behind the jade table spoke very softly, Li Yan heard him clearly. He could not help but be startled. Did this person know him?
Yet Li Yan did not recognize the man before him. Still, the other party had clearly called out his surname. The next moment, Li Yan saw that the man's gaze was fixed on his hand.
In an instant, Li Yan seemed to understand something. The other party had not addressed him as "Senior." This was a place of trade and business, yet he had not called him "esteemed guest" either. Instead, he had called him—Young Master!
The most likely explanation was that someone had instructed him to address Li Yan that way, because someone had once had a maid call him that. Li Yan said nothing further, but a thought had already risen in his heart as he looked at the cultivator behind the jade table.
Seeing that Li Yan ignored him and merely stared at him, the young