At first, Lu Yao had been worried about the translation problem. He had no idea whether Song Shiyi actually knew Thai.
But Isabelle said, "My lord, she is Primeval God Tier. She has the ability to communicate synchronously. Right now, she is only playing dumb."
The young Apostle stared at the Flying Head God through her sunglasses. "You had better cooperate. Otherwise, we can only read your memories directly."
Those words made Nong Lan's body stiffen.
So she understood after all.
Her face was still extremely uneasy, and that cramped, frightened expression did not seem fake.
Only then did Lu Yao take a careful look at her.
This Flying Head God looked to be in her twenties, with gentle features, red lips and white teeth, and a graceful bearing. She easily made one think she was a teacher or a dancer, rather than some strange person whose head flew around at night.
Lu Yao suppressed the irritation from being woken up and tried to calm himself. "Didn't you want to see me? Then let's talk."
He first sat down in the recliner and pointed to the seat beside him.
"Sit."
She paused for a moment, but still obediently sat down beside him.
Lu Yao asked, "Why did you insist on finding me?"
Nong Lan's lips moved. "Only you. You are the strongest. Your words carry weight."
Although her Chinese pronunciation sounded a little odd, she expressed herself clearly.
"So you knocked on my door in the middle of the night?"
"There was no other way, no other way," Nong Lan said in a low voice. "Things will become very serious."
Lu Yao said, "Don't turn on the lamp—you mean the Rootless Lamp, right? Why tell me? What do you want me to do?"
"..."
She sneaked a glance at Lu