The golden eye that had split open at Tang Tianlin's brow radiated an aura so terrifying that Nan Xiaonan's soul felt scorched... Facing that strange golden eye, she felt a dull pain and instinctively shifted her body.
She moved to Boss Luo's side, only to feel the burning in her soul lessen considerably.
After swallowing the true Nan Xiaonan's remnant soul, she had also absorbed a great deal of knowledge from the modern world. Though most of it was fragmented, that did not stop her from understanding the unfortunate modern world outside from an entirely new perspective.
"Yuan Hong... Yang Jian?" Nan Xiaonan carefully asked in a low voice, "Mr. Luo... Could these two be the, uh, whatever and whatever mentioned in that certain romance?"
Whatever and whatever?
"They're not whatever and whatever." Boss Luo chuckled. "True Lord of Pure Origin and Marvelous Way, Yang Jian, and Star Lord of the Four Desolations, Yuan Hong, are characters from the Investiture of the Gods."
"Romance?" Nan Xiaonan frowned. Her fragmented memories and her own knowledge began to combine in a strange way. "They're... myths? The modern world outside has myths about them?"
"Perhaps." Boss Luo gave a noncommittal reply.
He had not intended to hide his conversation with Nan Xiaonan from anyone. Mosang, who called himself Yuan Hong, and Tang Tianlin, who called himself Yang Jian, both turned their gazes toward them.
The golden eye at Tang Tianlin's brow shone especially brightly.
Yet the first to speak was Mosang, who called himself Yuan Hong... Mosang frowned. "Boy, who are you? Judging by the fact that you recognize me and Yang Jian, could you be a descendant of the ancient Divine Land?"
"More or less." Boss Luo nodded. "The two of you are also quite famous in the outside world where I