"What is the Ice Spirit Clan?"
Zi Yan's big eyes rolled around as she snatched the teacup from Lu Yunxiao's hand and gulped down its contents.
She blinked from time to time, looking lively, adorable, and a little dazed.
Only in front of Lu Yunxiao would Zi Yan reveal such a casual, relaxed side of herself.
"The Ice Spirit Clan?"
Ling Qingzhu's clear eyes flickered as she fell into thought.
She glanced at Ying Huanhuan, a faint suspicion rising in her heart.
"The Ice Spirit Clan sounds like a race from the Great Thousand World, like the Ancient Futu Clan Jing'er belongs to, doesn't it?"
Yun Yun smiled gently and revealed the answer.
She understood Lu Yunxiao best. Given the current situation, a little deduction was enough to arrive at the truth.
Theoretically speaking, Heavenly Sovereigns were known only to people from the Great Thousand World.
Lu Yunxiao said that Ying Huanhuan knew about them, so there was only one possibility: Ying Huanhuan was not from the Sky Profound Continent.
She was from the Great Thousand World.
"The Ancient Futu Clan is a divine clan and extremely powerful. Though the Ice Spirit Clan is not weak either, it still cannot compare to the Ancient Futu Clan."
Lu Yunxiao shook his head as he spoke.
"Enough with the cryptic talk. Can't you just explain it clearly?"
Zi Yan shook her head in annoyance and complained.
She hated people who refused to speak plainly.
Guess, guess, guess—guess my ass!
"To put it plainly..."
Lu Yunxiao pondered, but before he could finish, Ying Huanhuan took over.
"I am not from the Sky Profound Continent. I come from the Great Thousand World, from the Ice Spirit Clan."
Ying Huanhuan calmly picked up where Lu Yunxiao had left off, her voice carrying a trace of