Yuanqing Courtyard.
Listening to Lü Zhenghai's lavish praise, Yang Chan thought of a phrase.
Killing him with praise!
Because Lü Zhenghai's words were growing more and more outrageous.
If he hadn't already confirmed there were no people from other sects nearby, nor any hidden masters from enemy sects, he would have suspected Lü Zhenghai was plotting against him again.
As for the other hidden figure, it was an acquaintance, so he could be ignored.
Since Yang Chan could confirm this wasn't a case of being set up with praise, it had to be for some other purpose.
The two chatted for a long time, but Lü Zhenghai never got to the point. Seeing this, Yang Chan naturally felt even less of a hurry.
It was highly likely that Lü Zhenghai had sought him out because of the Merak Sacred Land. Since he was in no rush to go there, he didn't mind beating around the bush with Lü Zhenghai.
He was perfectly capable of making small talk.
He'd studied the art of bullshit, after all.
