Learning One’s Identity 3

Lu Yan shut his eyes and said slowly, "I'm not an idiot."

Qi Qingyao almost wanted to applaud him. "Little Yan is certainly the young master of Northern Liang's richest family, you're quite smart. I like talking to smart people."

Lu Yan let out a chuckle and picked up his teacup. After taking a sip of his tea, he raised his brows and looked at Qi Qingyao.

"The various forces in Qingzhou City have not figured out his identity. They don't know exactly who the Ox-head and Horse-face by your side are nor where they're from."

"Based only on the attempted assassination that night where the corpse collector Ke Yishan had lugged countless of corpses from here in one night, it's clear that both of their strengths are probably above rank eight! They could even have the strength of rank nines."

"And then, Si Jin revealed his face. I've seen it myself and indeed I don't recognize him. The ox-head man, on the other hand, is very mysterious."