A clear breeze swept through the mountain, stirring up falling leaves and producing a rustling sound. Apart from this, all was silent. Zhang Yan did not answer immediately. He sat there without speaking or moving, his expression suggesting he was contemplating something.
Zhuang Bufan stood silently, his robes gently swaying. Although there was no visible sign of joy, anger, sorrow, or excitement on his face, he did not urge or force Zhang Yan to speak.
The red-haired Daoist grew suspicious when Zhang Yan remained silent for a long time, thinking inwardly, "Could it be that Zhang Yan is unwilling to comply?"
Earlier, he hadn't given the matter much thought, but now a sudden idea crossed his mind. His expression subtly shifted, and he vaguely guessed part of the reason. His heart was instantly filled with delight: if Zhang Yan defied Zhuang Bufan today, he might witness an intriguing drama.
