Yan Chongzhang's palms stopped midair, his gaze shifting to the Seven Sons of South Hong with a tinge of confusion.
For some inexplicable reason, he had detected an odd implication in Shen Yi's words.
It was as though this young cultivator was not particularly acquainted with the group of Daozi.
Could it be that everyone had guessed wrong?
A bold conjecture suddenly flashed through Yan Chongzhang's mind. Since these people had come to pay their respects to the sect together, he had subconsciously regarded Shen Yi as one of the South Hong Seven Sons' cultivators.
Could it possibly be... that this was a misconception from the very beginning?
Could it be that Shen Yi was merely somewhat related to the South Hong Seven Sons and traveled with them, without actually being a fellow sect cultivator?
At that thought, Yan Chongzhang shook his head. Regardless, such a situation was definitely unacceptable.
