A Gift

Only then did Li Yan remember that the man before him had once traveled the world alongside his master. From what he knew of Wei Zhongran, his master was proud to the bone.

He had rarely heard his master mention any other cultivators of the same rank with whom he associated. He had not expected this man to be one of them, and his attitude became several degrees more respectful.

"Oh, Master rarely spoke of his experiences while traveling and training, so please forgive this junior's ignorance. It truly is this junior's good fortune to meet you again, Senior. May I ask why Senior has sought me out? So long as it is within this junior's ability, I will certainly do my utmost."

Li Yan hurriedly bowed as he answered. Zuo Qiudan waved a hand at him, signaling that Li Yan need not rise.

"Hehehe, I did not come looking for you this time because I needed Little Friend's help with anything. I mainly wished to meet you.

"I only arrived at Fengliang Mountain through the teleportation array a few days ago. Although I have spent the past few days fighting outside alongside your master, everyone has been fighting their own battles, always thinking of how to preserve their own little lives..."

At this point, Zuo Qiudan paused, a dazed look appearing in his eyes before it swiftly returned to normal.

"Thus, I did not know you were his disciple. Only after finding Buluo just now did I learn of your identity. I guessed that you might be stationed at one of the three defensive positions, and sure enough, you were indeed here.

"What I did not expect was that Little Friend Li was actually a disciple of the renowned Phantom Sect—and Wei Zhongran's disciple at that. That truly came