Su Changkong did not show any signs of abnormality, walking forward with his head lowered at an unhurried pace.
"Li Han, where's your brother? Why have you come alone?"
As he continued to move forward, a voice tinged with a hint of suspicion rang out. A man with a whiskered beard appeared at the entrance to the back mountain, a Longsword hanging from his waist as he eyed Su Changkong.
There were also several other pairs of eyes secretly watching Su Changkong.
However, Su Changkong was not the least bit flustered. Upon hearing the question, he respectfully answered, "My brother caught a cold today and was afraid he might displease the Sect Leader, so he did not come. I am here alone to deliver the meal."
Imitating 'Li Han's' voice, Su Changkong, who had been observing in secret at the Iron Sword Sect for several days, had overheard conversations between Li Han and his brother; he knew his voice well enough to mimic it convincingly.
