As the fat cultivator questioned him, Zheng Youlin's next reply made them recall their earlier conversation. In an instant, they sensed that something was wrong.
"Senior Brothers, Junior Brother, what do you mean by this? Are you planning to make a move against me?"
The astonishment on Zheng Youlin's face vanished in an instant, and his expression immediately darkened. In the wind and snow, his tone became just as icy and ruthless.
"Senior Brother Zheng, you still haven't answered my question!"
As spiritual power rippled over the fat cultivator's body, his eyes remained fixed on Zheng Youlin, and a fierce look had already surfaced on his face.
"How about this? Junior Brother Zheng, do you know the names of the two of us? Or simply tell us our surnames."
At that moment, the brown-robed elder, who rarely spoke, suddenly cut in.
The moment he spoke, Zheng Youlin, surrounded by the two of them, flickered his gaze several times. After a brief silence, he suddenly began to chuckle.
"The Yin-Yang Chaos Sect isn't entirely filled with wine sacks and rice bags. You noticed the problem so quickly, hehehe..."
When "Zheng Youlin" had suddenly been surrounded, he already knew that they had discovered something wrong with him. That was because they had directly addressed him as "Senior Brother Zheng" or "Junior Brother Zheng."
Yet from beginning to end, he had only called them "Senior Brother" or "Junior Brother," deliberately blurring their surnames, because he did not know either of them at all. He had merely been fishing for information.
Moreover, his sudden appearance here meant that as long as these two had any suspicions, provided the three of them had not been complete strangers in the past—
Once they thought back on their conversation, they would discover that something had always felt