Wu Tan's voice was still indifferent, "Now that I am a monk, matters of the past are no longer relevant to me."
Xiao Jinyan frowned, Wu Tan's tone, which implied he knew but refused to say, was even more infuriating than if he were simply being perfunctory.
However, he quickly regained his composure, "You are acquainted with Ouyang Jingyuan, and Ouyang Jingyuan knows me. I have not asked you before, but you should recognize me, right? From the time when I was a hostage in Nanzhao Country."
"Whether I recognize you or not is of no importance to me," Wu Tan said indifferently, and then he began to prepare for his meal.
Xiao Jinyan watched as Wu Tan methodically set up his bowl and chopsticks; he glanced at the meal before him, two bowls of plain congee, and two dishes of appetizers, the same as every day.