Su Yi glanced at the old man in Daoist robes. “Unless I’m mistaken, you must have told Lu Changming that my origins are extraordinary, and that offending me would lead to unpredictable consequences. Am I right?”

The old man nodded. “I didn’t want to see Meng Po Palace commit a grave error.”

“But your warning gave Lu Changming ideas," said Su Yi. "He wanted me to owe him a favor, and furthermore, he wanted to borrow my hands to teach the Grand and Third Libationers a lesson. After all, if even you think I’m not one to offend, he could naturally guess that the two of them would suffer if they became my enemies. That’s what led to the situation just now.”

It was only after hearing Su Yi’s analysis that the old blind man realized that so many secrets were hidden in that earlier confrontation!

For a moment, he couldn’t help but break out in cold sweats.

The young man in white, Wang Ting, was rooted to the spot and visibly overcome with astonishment. It seemed he wouldn’t have imagined that Su Yi could discern so much at a glance.

After all, nothing was more unfathomable than the...