Li Yan heard Zhao Min's crisp voice, and at the same time saw the surprise and vigilance that appeared in her eyes. He immediately caught that, when Zhao Min asked the question, she had bitten down rather hard on two of the words.
"Old acquaintance?"
Hearing those two heavily stressed words, Li Yan paused slightly. Then, seeing the vigilance in Zhao Min's eyes, he suddenly remembered the look she had given Su Hong in the past. For a moment, he did not know whether to laugh or cry, and gave a light cough toward Zhao Min among the flowers.
"Ahem! They're two male cultivators. They aren't ascended cultivators from the lower realm, but two people I once met in a certain place while traveling outside. After talking with them, I felt we were rather like-minded, and later we became friends, so I gave them the sect's address!"
Li Yan said it at once. He had originally wanted to explain that these two were connected to the disciple of that Daoist priest who had saved him and Zhao Min on the Lost Continent, but after thinking it over, he decided not to.
That would indeed better explain the visitors' identities, but then when had Li Yan met the Daoist priest's disciple, and where? That would require weaving together quite a few more words, so he simply said they were people he had met outside. In any case, it was enough for Zhao Min to understand his meaning.
Sure enough, after Zhao Min heard that they were two male cultivators, the vigilance in her eyes vanished in an instant.
"Do you need me to accompany you?"
"That won't be necessary. You don't like talking with strangers anyway!"
Li Yan shook his head helplessly inwardly. A woman's thoughts really were hard to guess.