"Why did you tell me?" Jiang Qiao asked in a low voice.
It was merely a casual question.
Yet he had actually explained the entire cause and effect to him.
Was this man just a good-natured person?
Or did he do charity work?
Surely he wasn't simply overflowing with the desire to express himself, going around trying to teach anyone he met?
"Because we have no conflict of interest, and we might even have a chance to cooperate." The man smiled. "Do you think there's a chance for us to work together, Little Friend Jiang Qiao?"
"Hmm?"
Jiang Qiao was stunned again.
He knew me?
That wasn't impossible, either. After all, he had been in this world for ten years and had dealt with quite a few Top Factions.
He had killed no small number of top experts, too.
One way or another,
he could be considered somewhat renowned.
"Let me introduce myself." The man's expression turned solemn, and he became serious. "Ancient Village, Peach Mound—Lu Jingyi."
"Peach Mound?"
Jiang Qiao's gaze sharpened, and astonishment appeared on his face.
"You're that Half-God from Peach Mound?"
Ancient Village!
Peach Mound!
Ever since he had first entered the Supernatural World and joined the "Survivors" team, these two terms had often appeared in his ears.
What was Ancient Village?
The Survivor village ranked among the first fifty!
They represented the pioneers.
They represented the trailblazers.
They also represented the most terrifying group of Blue Star People in the Supernatural World.
After Village No. 50,
nearly a hundred years passed before another human from Blue Star was selected to enter the Supernatural World. In other words, during that hundred years, Ancient Village had struggled forward without receiving any new members.
Terrifying evil entities.
Strange natural disasters.
Scarce resources.
Hostile natives.
They had established a