Li Yan's departure made it seem as though he had hurried here just to see him, then quietly left again without waiting for his tournament to end, as if there were still some distance between father and son.
But Little Beast understood that, besides the reason his father had given—that the clan and his maternal grandfather would likely be looking for him—the surroundings here were also unsuitable for a long conversation between father and son.
For instance, if he headed behind the spectator stands immediately after leaving the arena, it would previously have attracted only a few people's attention.
But now that he had just fought someone and won this round, going over there again would draw far too many gazes along with him.
Leaving aside how his parents sitting there might feel, even he would be uncomfortable under so many eyes. If he then spoke to a stranger, it would certainly provoke even more discussion.
Of course, it would be more appropriate for father and son to catch up after the tournament. His father had come here to see him soon after arriving in the clan, and Little Beast had already felt Li Yan's concern for him.
And his victory just now had come precisely from a knack Li Yan had helped him grasp in that brief span of time, improving his ability to adapt.
From Little Beast's description, Li Yan had guessed that he might have inherited part of the speed of "Phoenix Soaring." Comparing that with the battles Little Beast had described, Li Yan immediately saw that Little Beast was mixing other movement techniques into his use of "Phoenix Soaring's" speed.
Li Yan's experience was exceptionally seasoned. Little Beast had simply grown accustomed to his own speed from childhood. Even when he began cultivating as he grew