Chapter 1102: Chapter 1102: As Long as Yang Is Satisfied

With just those few words, Yang Yan immediately realized the newcomer’s identity.

However, upon hearing Elder Dugu’s name again, he couldn’t help but become anxious.

"Zimu, do you know where Elder Dugu is?"

Yang Yan couldn’t resist asking further.

He wanted to know much about the Hidden World.

"Well... Elder Dugu went into seclusion right after returning. He may not reemerge for three to five years. But I do know a bit about the situation."

Lin Zimu’s eyes were clear, and he looked at Yang Yan seriously.

Today is not how it used to be.

After learning Yang Yan possessed the Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body, Lin Zimu was already eager to forge ties.

"Thank you for that!"

Since arriving at Ancient Abyss Sect, Yang Yan had always behaved calmly, yet at this moment, an unintentional flicker of excitement appeared on his face.

"No issue!"

Lin Zimu waved casually, smiling faintly as he said:

"After the competition, I’ll tell you more. But for now, is there something between Junior Brother Haotian and yourself?"

As he spoke, he intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Liu Haotian.

The surrounding disciples were all amazed.

Why would the senior brother of the Inner Sect engage with a mere Outer Sect disciple?

And talk for so long!

"Senior Brother Haotian took this junior brother’s place! And even wanted to hit him!"

Steward Yu spoke with an innocent and naive tone, revealing the truth.

Wang Peicong sat quietly by the side, her gaze gentle and unaffected by who sat next to her.

"No... no! Sorry, junior brother, I was rash. This seat is yours, I just... just wanted to have a look!"

Liu Haotian’s broad forehead was covered in sweat like rain.

Despite being on the Inner Sect’s Thirty-Six Celestial Pride List, he was insignificant in front of this senior brother.

After all, a senior brother is a senior brother!

In past battles for the position, Liu Haotian was defeated by Lin Zimu with a single strike and, to this day, bears no intention to challenge him.

"Senior brother, I know the hierarchy of respect."

Yang Yan squinted at Liu Haotian with a smile.

Under Lin Zimu’s gaze, Liu Haotian dared not look up at Yang Yan. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Upon hearing Yang Yan’s words, he understood the implication.

Situations compel one’s submission.

He could hardly care for his dignity, biting his teeth, about to offer something as amends.

However, at that moment, Lin Zimu suddenly spoke.

"Haotian, are you truly unreasonable and took Yang’s seat?"

Yang!

The senior brother calling that Outer Sect disciple Yang...

All the Inner Sect disciples overheard and were astonished.

To know, the position of Inner Sect senior brother commands all young disciples in the Ancient Abyss Sect.

In a sense, its authority nearly matches that of the elders!

Yet such a prestigious senior brother calls Yang Yan Yang?

"Senior brother... I..."

Liu Haotian’s face contorted with bitterness.

He originally planned to chat with Wang Peicong and strengthen their bond, but disciplining an impudent Outer Sect disciple unexpectedly involved the Inner Sect’s senior brother!

"Slap yourself three times and apologize with your head lowered. Yang might forgive you."

Liu Haotian’s face darkened further. Slapping himself three times in front of tens of thousands of disciples?

It was as good as taking half his life!

"Junior Yang..."

Liu Haotian had no choice but to cast a pleading look at Yang Yan.

Despite his pride, he was compelled to bow before Yang Yan.

But apologizing to Yang Yan publicly, he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

"Forget it, leave now!"

Yang Yan glanced at Liu Haotian, casually waving him off like an intruding dog.

Liu Haotian’s right hand trembled at the hem of his clothing.

Though stiff, he slowly retreated step by step.

He shouted begrudgingly:

"Thank you, senior brother! Thank you, Junior Yang!"

"Stop!"

Lin Zimu turned leisurely and stared at Liu Haotian.

Liu Haotian halted, looking uneasily at Lin Zimu.

"Did I tell you to leave?"

Lin Zimu spoke as if discussing trivial matters.

"Senior brother, is there anything else?"

Liu Haotian swallowed his anger, biting his lip as he asked respectfully.

Lin Zimu suddenly smiled, calmly sitting beside Yang Yan, murmuring:

"Now, you can leave."

Humiliated as he was, Liu Haotian had no face left to watch the novice tournament.

He forcefully waved his sleeve, stamping the ground with his right foot, shooting into the sky, disappearing in an instant.

"Yang, are you satisfied?"

Lin Zimu smiled, turning to Yang Yan.

Yang Yan hesitated slightly.

Was this Inner Sect senior brother doing all this to impress him?

Or perhaps to please him...

Although it sounded inconceivable, adept as Yang Yan was, he perceived why they might covet him?

It was merely the Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body!

But Yang Yan did not expose it, instead, he smiled happily and nodded:

"Zimu’s actions are gratifying!"

Lin Zimu laughed heartily and nodded:

"If Yang is pleased, that’s good."

"Humph! Just a traveler, what’s there to be happy about?"

Steward Yu suddenly replied from the side.

Had Steward Yu not spoken, Yang Yan might have nearly forgotten the beauty beside him.

Contemplating, a subtle fragrance wafted to Yang Yan once again, lingering around his nose.

Turning his head, he found Steward Yu watching the crowd below, as if she hadn’t spoken.

In white attire, Wang Peicong turned her head.

In that turn, their four eyes met.

A beautiful woman, charming and elegant.

Brows like delicate feathers, skin like white snow, a slender waist, teeth like pearls.

Rare expressions suddenly emerged in Yang Yan’s mind.

But for describing the woman before him, Yang Yan couldn’t think of anything more apt.

If the Ancient Abyss Sect boasted any superiority over other sects, it was surely the Great Zhou’s finest beauty, the fairy Wang Peicong, captivating numerous male disciples.

"This must be Jade Ruyi, correct?"

Though speaking Steward Yu’s name, Yang Yan gazed at Wang Peicong, without casting a glance at Steward Yu.

"Indeed, she is Ruyi, do you know Ruyi?"

Wang Peicong tucked strands of hair behind her ear.

The inner disciples watching saw this as captivating.

"Of course!"

As Yang Yan replied, a sudden uproar erupted below.

Several streaks of white light soared above, revealing the Sect Leader and elders.

Yang Yan surveyed the scene where tens of thousands of disciples had gathered outside the arena.

Among them, tens of thousands of Named Disciples and Outer Sect disciples.

Apparently, there were far more Named Disciples in the Ancient Abyss Sect than Yang Yan imagined.