Amid the Ethereal Void

As Li Yan recounted matters, whenever anything touched upon even the most peripheral connections, Shuang Qingqing kept pressing him for details, dragging the conversation out longer and longer.

Fortunately, some of the things that could be made public for Li Yan and the others to see could not have been core secrets. Li Yan answered with fluent ease.

It was only that disciples from other peaks might not have cared as much about the history of Small Bamboo Peak, and thus had not read as carefully as Li Yan and the others.

When Li Yan had been in the sect, his greatest pastime during his spare time had been reading all kinds of records and classics. This time, it truly came in handy.

Even certain details he had never noticed before now brought many things to mind after Shuang Qingqing questioned him from different angles.

Some matters he had once failed to understand were unexpectedly linked together by him. For a time, it felt as though he had answered his own doubts, making Li Yan smile bitterly to himself without end.

As for Shuang Qingqing's questions, Li Yan was not truly as forthright as he appeared, answering everything he knew and holding nothing back. Though he knew what he had seen was not the Phantom Sect's core secrets—

—he also understood that disaster came from the mouth. Thus, he never mentioned anything he felt might involve serious issues, or else answered every question with three refusals of ignorance.

Though Shuang Qingqing had her suspicions, she did not pursue them. She was merely following the clues Li Yan provided and making her own deductions.

In the end, when Li Yan had been so muddled by the endlessly branching questions that his head was swimming, Shuang Qingqing finally stopped questioning him. Seeing