Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability - Chapter 1792

Chapter 1792: Chapter 1792: It Really Seems Like It

“Young Sect Master Wan, what brings you to this side?” Since they had bumped into each other, he naturally couldn’t pretend he hadn’t seen him and had to approach with a smile to ask.

“I came over to see if Young Sect Master Xie needed anything, fearing the disciples of our sect might neglect such an esteemed guest.” Wan Yan smiled as he explained.

Not far away, behind the tightly closed door, Xie Qi took a light sip.

As if he was really afraid that the disciples of the Thousands of Demons Sect would neglect them, the guy hadn’t cared for them since last night. How could he say such dishonest words?

It just so happened that he needed to relieve himself and had thought to step out—how could he know he’d overhear Wan Yan’s bizarre statements?

However, now was not the time to confront the Thousands of Demons Sect head-on. Since Wan Yan had lowered his pride to approach Qian Jiyun’s attendant, he couldn’t exactly stand by and watch Wan Yan lose face, could he?

After all, he knew Qian Jiyun’s attendant would definitely not give Wan Yan any satisfaction, especially since, in his eyes, the purpose of Qian Jiyun’s trio’s visit to the Thousands of Demons Sect was already so obvious.

“I see.”

Wan Yu had an enlightened expression as he glanced at the tightly shut door nearby, then raised his head to look at the sky.

“At this time, could Young Sect Master Xie be taking his midday nap?”

“Midday nap?”

Wan Yan subconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth.

What in the world was that? Since when did people from the Qianyuan Plane need a midday nap?

“Yes, my lord takes a nap with the Empress every day without fail—it’s an unbreakable ritual,” Wan Yu nodded, feeling like what he said made quite a bit of sense.

“Oh really?”

Wan Yan found himself utterly embarrassed, unsure of what else to say to Wan Yu.

Especially since he was struck once more by that sense of familiarity with Wan Yu, as if he had known him for a long time, yet frustratingly couldn’t remember where he had met him.

For him, this feeling was truly unpleasant, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

“Young master, have we met somewhere before?” he asked softly, looking at Wan Yu intently.

Upon hearing this, Wan Yu was actually taken aback for a moment.

Wan Yan’s intuition was still so sharp. When he had first seen him, before he knew he was Sect Master Wan’s illegitimate son, he had been so eager to make a move against him—was it this damned intuition again?

And now, he felt a sense of familiarity again?

What a pity, even if it was familiarity, Wan Yan would never guess that the attendant of an inter-plane traveler could be his brother, whom he was so eager to dispose of.

“Young Sect Master Wan is jesting, I don’t recall having met the Young Sect Master anywhere, though indeed, I have been to the Qianyuan Plane before,” he said with a polite smile.

Wan Yan’s brows furrowed slightly.

Having been to the Qianyuan Plane meant it was indeed possible he had seen Wan Yu somewhere before, only that he hadn’t paid attention at the time?

With this thought, he decided not to dwell on this sense of familiarity any longer. After all, this person was unlikely to have much to do with him. And even if there was a connection, it would be concerning the matters of inter-plane travelers.

The two stood there, chatting for a while longer, before a disciple of the Thousands of Demons Sect hurried over.

“Young Sect Master, the midday meal has been prepared. Where would you like to dine?”

“Young Sect Master Wan hasn’t had his midday meal yet?” Wan Yu asked, fully aware that this was Wan Yan’s deliberate doing, but to not ask would seem too indifferent.

After all, he was just an attendant by Qian Jiyun’s side—he couldn’t afford to be too proud.