Doubt
"Hmm?" In the front carriage, an old man in a red robe suddenly opened his eyes. A strange light flashed across his eyes as he looked in the courtyard's direction in doubt. A flame imprint was emitting a blood-like dense glow in the middle of his forehead, making him appear imposing.
"What's wrong, Elder Yan?" A young man in a golden robe who sat opposite the old man asked curiously upon seeing the latter's action. He looked extremely young as a man in his early twenties. He had a handsome face with a hint of arrogance between his eyebrows. His name was Wu Tianwei, the third young master of the Mystic Pavilion.
The old man, Elder Yan, retracted his gaze and replied with a smile. "It's nothing, Third Young Master. I perceived a trace of movement in the courtyard earlier, but it seems I am overthinking."