"Let's cut the small talk. Is there a particular reason you're returning to the Alliance this time?" Zhao Tianya asked.
Yang Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly, "You know my whereabouts?"
Zhao Tianya shook his head, "We can surveil the entire Alliance, so we noticed you've left, but we don't know where you went."
Yang Yuan realized, feeling relieved and thinking it made sense.
After all, he hadn't felt that sense of being watched during this time.
While speaking, Zhao Tianya poured Yang Yuan a cup of tea.
Yang Yuan didn't hold back, picked up the tea, and took a sip.
Just as he was about to speak, he realized that after the tea went down, it turned into a refreshing force sweeping through his body, and then the cracks on his arm rapidly disappeared; the wounds healed in an instant.
He was momentarily surprised.
