Chapter 184 Lin Ji

With that, only one person remained across from them.

The man had watched everything unfold with a cold and indifferent gaze, only speaking when Su Xiaoyue handed Zhao Yang a peeled apple.

"Friend, you have mastered Inner Strength," the man said, his eyes locked onto Zhao Yang's as if trying to discern something from them.

"How do you know?" Zhao Yang was surprised and began to reassess the man.

He appeared to be in his twenties, probably older than Zhao Yang, with ordinary looks and nothing that stood out. He hadn't intervened in the fierce fight, but now his eyes were sharp, like those of someone who had much hidden beneath the surface.

The man chuckled lightly and said, "So I guessed right?" After finishing his sentence, he gave Zhao Yang a once-over and asked, "Which sect are you from?"

"Sect?" Zhao Yang narrowed his eyes slightly. This kid seemed to have some background.

"Brother, there's no point in trying to play coy with me; we should speak plainly," the man said.