Mu Zixi felt that she had encountered a great terror tonight.
First Xu Xiaoshou, then Elder Sang.
How could the person before her so accurately throw out thunderbolts, transforming into those two people who absolutely should not have appeared here just to scare her?
Could it be that he already knew her true identity, yet refused to expose it, instead changing faces to toy with her? Most crucially...
This guy's senses were far too sharp! She had merely failed to restrain her emotional reaction for an instant, yet he had inferred everything so precisely.
Outright denial was impossible... Mu Zixi knew that if she denied it now, it would be no different from confessing without being asked.
All she could do was follow her emotions and tremble as she said, "I-I've seen him... once..."
"Once?"
Aberrant truly had not expected that taking on the face of Saint Slave Wuxiu would yield such a harvest.
With great interest, he asked, "Where did you meet? What exactly happened? The time, place, people involved—tell me every last detail."
Mu Zixi's little brain simply could not turn that quickly. Just as she was about to make something up, her "master's" icy voice rang out again. "You have three breaths. If you cannot answer, it will count as fabrication. Bear the consequences yourself!"
The little girl froze. The emotion in her eyes instantly shifted to fear, and she said shakily, "The Northern Region, during a clan gathering..."
She could only go along with that.
Mu Xiaogong's identity was that of someone from the Northern Region, and the farthest she had ever gone on a mission was the present East Heavenly King City.
And Elder Sang had already entered at this time.
If she claimed that she had met him in East Heavenly King City, the