Yun Ji continued working without pause, placing the cleaned fish beast onto a fresh leaf before casually picking up another.
"Never."
The answer didn't surprise Qiao Xixi in the slightest. He was the Holy Priest. She had long since heard from Jin Ling and the others that the selection process for the Holy Priest was even more stringent and demanding than for the Beast King.
Rumor had it that the Holy Priest was a beastman who could look the Beast God in the eye, one who sat among gods. It was only natural that he would be unfamiliar with mundane things like pots and pans.
"Yun Ji, have you ever met me before?" Qiao Xixi asked, feigning nonchalance.
Yun Ji's expression faltered for a moment before a faint smile graced his lips. "Yes. I've even held you in my arms."
Now it was Qiao Xixi's turn to be stunned. "You're… that old?"
The faint smile at the corners of Yun Ji's eyes faltered.
"No, that's not what I meant! I mean, you met me when I was a child?"
"Yes."
