Wu Yue pouted. "I've been suspicious from the way you talk, and today Teng Kun nearly mentioned his 'eighty-meter broadsword.' I'd have to be a real idiot not to know by now."
"One can pick up on a few things from your everyday speech."
With that, she turned to the Beastman beside her. "You must have known my identity for a while now, haven't you? Before we went to the Black Wolf Tribe, the way Teng Qian and Teng Kun looked at me was very strange.
Teng Kun looked like he was about to come ask me something, but you dragged him off and gave him a beating."
Yuan Lang rubbed his nose. "I was just worried you'd be embarrassed."
Then, he raised an eyebrow. "What about you? What was your identity before coming to this world?"
Wu Yue raised an eyebrow. "You first this time."
Yuan Lang stretched his arms, and a colossal, chilling killing aura instantly permeated the small cabin.
