Jiang Shu and Zhan Feng were dealing with various probes.
Zhan Yun served as the shield wall in this confrontation.
Whenever words carried probing hooks, like the tongue of a viper subtly reaching towards the recent lockdown of the War Alliance, the fluctuations of the Ancestral Land, or that shocking energy explosion deep within the Ancient Path, her voice timely intervened.
Whether blocking it by suggesting a routine internal preparation check of the Star Alliance or skillfully diverting the topic through a superficial pleasantry from some envoy of a force, she redirected their subtle inquiries back onto their internal affairs.
Her answers were watertight, like military commands rehearsed hundreds of times, with her face bearing a polite smile, yet her eyes were icy as a frozen Cold Pond, showing no anger at being probed, only a solid barrier that kept everyone at a great distance.
