Wu Buyan, who had stopped at this time, looked calmly at the people blocking him.
What he was thinking about at this moment was not why Wang Daoyi had such great charm, but what it meant for these people to gather around Wang Daoyi.
The prince of the demon clan, the magic weapon Xiao family, the only grandson of the great sword sage Shadow Tyrant, and the master of Wang Daoyi, his mysterious but absolutely powerful master, and the Wang family that he himself represents.
Each of these forces is enough to cause a storm in the Xianwu Continent.
"It seems that Master's mission may not be so easy to complete."
Wu Buyan looked at the people opposite him who were looking at him eagerly, and thought of the mission assigned to him by his master.
But then Wu Buyan smiled softly, and coupled with his noble and holy temperament, everyone thought they were seeing a holy god who was not stained by the fireworks of the world.
Then Wu Buyan ignored Wang Daowu who was opposite him. Sun Potian and others stood slightly taller, looking past the obstacles of the people in front of them and looking at Wang Daoyi.
He knew that Wang Daoyi, like him, would not stand behind these people like this.
Moreover, Wu Buyan clearly sensed how terrifying the power that the guy opposite him contained within his seemingly harmless body.
Wang Daoyi naturally understood what Wu Buyan wanted, smiled silently, and said:
"Potian, there are... eldest sister, second brother, and Yingzhan. Don't be nervous. His Royal Highness the Holy Son just wants to say hello to me."
Then Wang Daoyi stepped into the void and walked forward slowly.
When Sun Potian and others heard Wang Daoyi's voice, they turned around and looked at Wang Daoyi who was approaching, and made way for Wang Daoyi.
Wang Daowu, Wang Daowu, Wang Daochen and Wang Yingzhan nodded slightly, indicating that they would talk about it later, then patted Sun Potian on the shoulder and showed him a disgusted expression when no one was paying attention.
"I thought you would continue to hide."
Wu Buyan looked at Wang Daoyi, whose figure was also slowly rising to the same level as him, with a holy light shining in his eyes, and then he smiled softly and said.
"Hiding it in front of you, the Holy Son, a fellow believer, becomes irrelevant."
Wang Daoyi, who had his hands on his back, looked at Wu Buyan who was only a few meters away from him, smiled faintly, and said.
"Hahaha, yes, we are indeed like-minded."
Wu Buyan naturally understood what Wang Dao meant by "comrades". He clapped his hands, which were like white jade, and laughed.
Then the smile on Wu Buyan's face faded, and his originally calm eyes suddenly showed a hint of teasing. Then he lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at Wang Daowu and Wang Daochen, and said meaningfully to Wang Daoyi:
"I just didn't expect that His Highness the Third Highness, who has been hiding in the snow for fourteen years, would have such connections. Presumably even the Qingtian family themselves don't know about this."
When Wu Buyan said the word "Xue Zang", his tone was obviously a little higher, causing the expressions of Wang Daowu, Wang Daochen and Wang Yingzhan behind Wang Daoyi to all change.
Xiao Bingyu and Yingliu also changed their expressions. They knew Wang Daoyi's previous experience at home, so they naturally understood the meaning of Wu Buyan's words.
As the most powerful Holy Son in the history of the Temple, the power Wu Buyan controls in the Temple is far more than what appears on the surface.
Du Juan, the first intelligence agency under the Holy Temple and the strongest intelligence agency in the Xianwu Continent, was naturally firmly in Wu Buyan's hands.
Therefore, three hours after the news came out that Wang Daoyi had defeated Sun Potian in a martial arts fight, all the information about Wang Daoyi had been presented to him by Chief Du Juan, who was kneeling under the throne of the Holy Son.
The reason why Wu Buyan said these somewhat incomprehensible words was because he inferred from the information about Wang Daoyi that only had a few hundred words that the existence of Wang Daoyi was not what the Wang family showed to the outside world.
At this time, Wang Daochen and Wang Yingzhan, who could understand Wu Buyan's words, looked bad but did not speak.
Even Wang Daowu, who had always had a hot temper, was like this. His face was gloomy, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by deep self-blame.
And they didn't refute Wu Buyan, not because they couldn't see that this was Wu Buyan's centrifugal plan, nor because of Wu Buyan's strength, but because of the guilt in their hearts, the guilt towards Wang Daoyi.
Especially Wang Daowu and Wang Daochen, when Wang Daoyi was a child, they were able to appear in front of Wang Daoyi in time at the beginning and stop those malicious intentions for him.
However, as their realms improved, the two of them became increasingly obsessed with cultivation, and became estranged from Wang Daoyi, his half-brother. As a result, the amount of malice Wang Daoyi faced instantly doubled.
And Wang Daoyi, who had been watched by Wu Buyan, heard Wu Buyan's obviously centrifugal words. Although he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart, his face did not change at all, even the curve of the smile at the corner of his mouth.
Nothing has changed.
"These are all life-and-death brothers who share the same spirit. They are not really connected. I am just fortunate enough to be trusted by them. Moreover, when it comes to connections, I am afraid that no one here is better than His Highness the Holy Son of the Temple."
Wang Daoyi looked as usual and spoke to Wu Buyan with a warm tone, as if he had known Wu Buyan for more than ten years.