Bi Yunyan snorted and said with a pout, "Who said I want to eat leftovers? Just a look won’t hurt. For a handsome guy like this, it’s a pity not to take a look."

Finally, they entered the cabin.

Yan Beihan followed in, sat in his seat, motionless.

He felt a humming sound as the flying boat lifted off.

In an instant, it transformed into a streak of light.

Yan Beihan closed his eyes, suddenly feeling as if there was still a flash of sword light before him, coming straight at him.

Fang Che’s voice.

"My sword is called Nether Lord."

"Hmph! Damn bastard!"

Yan Beihan cursed angrily.

...

Yan Nan entered the cabin, sat down, closed his eyes to rest, and was calculating the gains and losses this time in his heart.

Yemo seems to have entered the high-level sights of the opposing side, but now his cultivation is too low to play any major role. The road ahead is still long.

His battles with Dongfang Sansan also need to continue.

Dongfang Sansan clearly also has suspicions about Yemo, but to what extent is unknown, and what steps will he take?

And there’s another matter...

Yan Nan recalled the face of the girl on the stand, was she the concubine that Yin Shen Palace forced Yemo to take?

The distance was too far, he only glanced at her.

Yan Nan always felt that it was really unsafe for a spy like Yemo to have a woman by his side. But in a way, it served to conceal his identity.

After all, having a wife and family there, the Guardian would instinctively feel he is one of their own.

But ultimately it’s a hidden danger... How to deal with it still needs to be considered, maybe ask that guy from Yin Shen Palace exactly how he arranged it?

All aspects need to be considered.

Thinking of his granddaughter’s recent fight with Yemo, Yan Nan opened his eyes and looked around.

There was only Bi Changhong, Chen Gu, Yu Han Yan, Xiang Beidou, and Duan Xiyang.

He pondered for a moment, then transmitted a message outside: "Call Little Han over."

...

Watching the mountains and rivers skim past outside the porthole, Yan Beihan’s eyes were filled with a contemplative look.

She couldn’t help but think of Fang Che.

Recalling especially when the two of them were desperately competing in sword and knife speed... Fang Che’s eyes.

Focused, indifferent, sharp, ruthless, and extremely confident.

That kind of gaze.

Yan Beihan frowned, it seemed familiar.

But, one thing is very certain, and that is all experts, those who are full of confidence and have experienced countless battles triumphing over them, those who have killed numerous people, in this kind of combat state, their gazes are all similar.

The same indifferent, ruthless, sharp confidence.

Including herself, in those moments, her gaze is basically the same.

But Yan Beihan always felt that there was something familiar about it.

She frowned, thinking carefully.

She has always trusted her intuition, if she feels there’s an issue, there must be an issue.

"What are you thinking?"

Bi Yunyan leaned over.

"Nothing."

Yan Beihan replied absent-mindedly.

"Ah, that guy surnamed Fang today, no matter being in an advantageous or disadvantageous position, his posture was extraordinarily graceful during the fight."

Bi Yunyan said admiringly, "That guy, born to be a clothes hanger, no matter how he moves, that demeanor, that grace, is unmatched by others."

Yan Beihan glanced up slightly, "What? Smitten?"

"Not quite smitten." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Bi Yunyan said, "After all, this guy’s a bit of a flirt, just look how gentle he is to those female disciples from the Outer World Mountain Sect, bewitching those little girls to the point of almost offering themselves right on the spot."

Bi Yunyan pouted, "In that situation, if that guy were to choose a wife on the spot, some of those girls would definitely agree, especially that Holy Daughter from the Netherworld Palace, it’s glaringly obvious she has feelings for him."

Yan Beihan said lightly, "And also the treasured daughter of our Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Vice Sect Master Bi, Miss Bi Yunyan, is clearly already deeply in love to the point of jealousy."

Bi Yunyan laughed, "I appreciate handsome guys, just like men appreciate beautiful women, it’s the same principle. Admiration is just admiration; falling is different. As for jealousy, that’s a baseless talk."

Yan Beihan nodded, feeling assured of this point.

Bi Yunyan did have this self-control.

But her mind suddenly flickered with an inspiration, as if she remembered something, yet it was vague and without an impression, unable to grasp it.

It seemed as though Bi Yunyan’s words prompted it, or perhaps she thought of it herself.

Seemingly unable to recall specifically, it flashed like a streak of light in her mind.

Feeling a bit frantic, she grabbed Bi Yunyan and asked, "What did you say just now?"

Bi Yunyan: "I don’t like him."

"Not that line!"

"I appreciate handsome men!"

"Not that line either!"

"He’s a jerk!"

"..."

Just then, someone came in and said, "Miss, Vice Sect Master is calling you over."

Yan Beihan agreed and stood up.

Headed to Yan Nan’s place.

"Today, your fight with that Fang Che, I’m not satisfied."

Yan Nan scolded Yan Beihan, "Being so unmotivated, you’ll need extra practice when we return."

Yan Beihan felt a bit unconvinced, "He wasn’t my match."

"But you need extra practice. Chief Duan, I’ll leave this girl’s extra practice to you."

Duan Xiyang’s face twisted again, "I don’t want to."

"You have to even if you don’t want to."

Yan Nan, the Old God, directly issued the strong order, "Little Han must achieve Emperor Second Rank level to overcome Monarch Level!"

Yan Nan’s requirement was very strict.

Because only he knew, Yemo didn’t exert his full strength.

He still has a spear!

If Yemo uses his spear, Yan Beihan won’t be able to stop it. This gap is too obvious, because Yemo is only at Third grade King level; while Yan Beihan is Emperor level!