When the Daoist looked over, his gaze was exceedingly unfriendly, as if he mistook Zhang Yan for someone from the Lie Xuan Sect.
Zhang Yan was indifferent to it, slightly raising his hand, ready to greet and speak, but at that moment, he suddenly frowned, sensing something was amiss.
His mind worked swiftly, and a quick glance revealed Liang Changgong's puzzled expression, making him immediately aware of the issue.
If the other party were an elder from the Zhenluo Alliance, how could he not recognize Liang Changgong?
This person must have a problem!
Just as he thought of this, the Daoist's eyes turned fierce, and with a lift of his hand, a flash of light appeared, and a silver, shining flying shuttle, emanating coldness, was launched out. It flew like swift light and electricity, arriving in front of him in an instant.
