"I just saw someone from a Saint Clan who seemed to be looking for trouble with you. Would you call that interesting?" Ying Xiaoxiao asked with a soft laugh.
Li Hao raised his brows slightly. The disturbance in the little teahouse had just vanished, and two presences had revealed themselves outside the city before chasing each other away. Naturally, he had noticed.
The Ancient Sacred Clan? Li Hao's eyes flickered. Thinking of the Ji Family and the other Saint Clans of Great Wasteland Heaven, he turned the possibilities over in his mind and asked:
"Did you scare him off?"
"More or less."
Ying Xiaoxiao smiled. "Aren't you going to invite us to sit first? We haven't eaten either."
As she spoke, she glanced at the fish roasting over the firewood.
"Please, have a seat."
Seeing that they meant no harm, Li Hao invited them to sit. "Was that Saint Clan member here to make trouble for you two, or for me?"
"For you, of course." Ying Xiaoxiao smiled with pursed lips. "He wouldn't dare make trouble for us."
"Are you two also from the Ancient Sacred Clan?"
"You guessed right."
Ying Xiaoxiao looked somewhat surprised, then spoke with a helpless air.
Li Hao glanced at her, feeling that the girl's acting was rather exaggerated.
But aside from the Ancient Sacred Clan, he could think of no other possibility for now.
The two kept their auras tightly contained, and he had failed to uncover their true strength. Yet failing to uncover it was itself an answer.
Clearly, both were frighteningly powerful. In all likelihood, they were Dao Inquiry Realm beings.
"How about I paint a portrait of each of you?"
Li Hao suddenly suggested.
Ying Xiaoxiao looked toward the drawing board beside him and asked with interest, "You really know how