There were three of them, all men.
When they saw Yang An, they seemed to sense the aura emanating from him and immediately stopped to look his way.
Two of the three had rather average builds and unremarkable faces. They gazed at Yang An with a hint of confusion.
The third, however, looked as if a strong gust of wind could blow him over. His complexion was sallow and dry. Though he appeared young, his features made him seem older, and his gaze darted away, not daring to meet Yang An's directly.
'Is this guy socially anxious or something?'
Yang An gave them a casual glance, making a quick judgment in his mind.
Perhaps it was due to some kind of intuition, but while the other two left no impression, he found himself remembering the weak-looking one.
Yang An didn't break his stride. He simply swept his gaze over the three of them and continued walking into the Life Crane Sect.
But as soon as he entered, his senses picked up their hushed whispers.
