Yang Kang could only smile awkwardly. The girl before him might have looked young, beautiful, and harmless, but the fact that she had dared attack even a "great devil" like Huang Yaoshi proved that she was definitely not someone to be trifled with!
Wu Xuan smiled faintly as well. "Mochou is no outsider. If you have something to say, Nephew Yang, just say it." Influenced by the original story, Wu Xuan had never dared become too close to Li Mochou, treating her only as a friend. She was beautiful, certainly, but when she turned ruthless, she could rival even the Western Venom. Yet ever since Li Mochou had dared fight the Eastern Heretic for his sake the other day, Wu Xuan's opinion of her had gradually changed.
On reflection, Li Mochou had only begun her descent into darkness after Lu Zhanyuan abandoned her in the original story. Before that, she had been an excellent woman. She was no longer merely a character from books and television dramas to him.
"Uncle-Master is right. Uncle-Master, Miss Li, please." Yang Kang no longer insisted. As the heir of Prince Zhao's Residence, his social graces were already flawless and polished to perfection. He promptly reserved a private room at a renowned local restaurant and hosted a banquet for Wu Xuan and Li Mochou.
After several rounds of food and wine, Yang Kang raised another cup to Wu Xuan. "Uncle-Master, what do you think of me as a person? Am I truly, as my master Daoist Qiu says, a beast who refuses to acknowledge his biological father and instead recognizes an enemy as his father?"
Wu Xuan froze, clearly not expecting Yang Kang to bring this up. He lifted his wine cup and took a light sip. "Nephew Yang, although you studied under Uncle-Master Qiu,