"Factions? Three families?"
Though Qin Shaofeng knew this was another test, he still tilted his head and stared at Ya Youyou as though looking at an idiot.
Ya Youyou had already felt that he could not see through the man before him.
Seeing this, his expression could not help but begin to waver.
He shouldn't have seen through it, should he? That I wanted to use him?
Probably? Maybe?
"Factions?"
Qin Shaofeng withdrew his gaze, muttered to himself, then raised his head again and asked, "What faction? The imperial clan, or the Asura Race?"
"The... imperial clan?"
Ya Youyou's mouth twitched violently.
He had made many guesses about Qin Shaofeng's answer, yet he had never imagined that he would say something like this.
Although our White Cliff Mountain is not weak in these parts, we are still a third-rate faction not even qualified to reside in a city.
If a member of the imperial clan truly took a fancy to someone from White Cliff Mountain, even if they were honored guests, we could only offer them up with both hands.
This guy dared to speak of the imperial clan the moment he opened his mouth?
Wasn't his tone a little too big?
As for the Asura Race.
Ya Youyou had not even considered it.
The Asura Race's great name had resounded throughout the Ruthless Dynasty for hundreds of thousands of years, yet no one had ever heard of anyone coming into contact with members of the Asura Race.
Seeing Qin Shaofeng's casual expression, he hurriedly replied, "No, no. They are merely three factions whose combat strength is about equal to our White Cliff Mountain's."
Qin Shaofeng rolled his eyes at him and said, "White Cliff Mountain? Never heard of it. How many Sages do you have?"
Ya Youyou's mouth twitched