"Then tell me." Xixia adjusted into a comfortable sitting position, crossed her legs, propped her cheek with one hand, and assumed an expression of being all ears.
Angel said, "I just heard Miss Xixia speak at such length about Noah's forebears. I imagine the Noah Clan and Miss Xixia share no shallow fate."
Xixia frowned, but for the moment did not refute Angel's words. "And then? What are you trying to say?"
Angel said, "Doesn't Miss Xixia find it strange that we suddenly encountered two descendants of the Noah Clan today? One of them, the Black Earl, is himself one of the wizards standing at the pinnacle of the Southern Region, yet he joined my team to explore these underground waterways—an abandoned ruin by universal consensus?"
Xixia understood Angel's implication, but she still did not understand what he wanted to convey—or rather, what his purpose was.
"Rather than finding it strange to suddenly encounter two descendants of the Noah Clan, I find it stranger to encounter someone carrying Origin Fire, who can also let me meet my fellow Source-Worshippers." Xixia raised a brow at Angel.
Angel said, "...It really was a coincidence on my end."
Xixia said, "A coincidence? Then compared to your coincidence, your two Noah teammates are far more reasonable."
Angel thought it over carefully. There really was no refuting that.
Xixia gave a cold snort. "If you have something to say, say it directly. Don't beat around the bush. What I hate most is beating around the bush—going around in so many circles that you tie yourself in knots. Is that fun?"
"Fine, I'll be direct." Angel no longer tried to whet Xixia's appetite with talk of coincidences. Facts had proven that whetting someone else's appetite could very easily land himself in a pit.
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