When he heard that sound, Yang Yan knew he had won his gamble.
During the brief instant when their gazes met, Yang Yan felt a sense of fortune. He saw flashes of the old man's incomplete revelations; he too was concealing an identity!
But his concealment was different from Yang Yan's, always teetering on the edge. The old man was more composed, more solemn. He even had the leisure to don a cloak and enjoy a drink.
This suggested that he was usually within a secure and stable environment, not constantly fearing pursuit by government officers, like Yang Yan. However, the importance he placed on his hidden identity was no less than Yang Yan's.
During the explosive conflict, in full view of everyone, Yang Yan clearly saw the old man's deeply furrowed brows.
Then...what if he pretended to see through him now?
