Whoosh!
In the forest, the gray-clad girl suddenly stopped.
Because a figure was blocking her path.
"True Monarch Middle Realm, and you actually give me such a dangerous feeling—definitely not simple." Zheng Xiaoman frowned lightly, her little face growing grave.
She'd lived in the Fallen Lands for years, and her sense for danger had pretty much become instinct.
The young man before her looked utterly ordinary, but he was strong—really strong!
Absolutely not someone she could handle!
"Hey, I don't remember offending you, so what do you want?" Zheng Xiaoman was wary in her heart, but her face showed none of it. She even threatened, "Let me tell you, don't get any ideas about me. I have elders—very, very powerful ones."
Xu Yang studied Zheng Xiaoman, and hearing her words, he smiled slightly: "I mean you no harm!"
"Are you a descendant of the Can Clan?"
"Can Clan descendant? What's the Can Clan?"
