"What is your relationship with Lord of Yuanli?"
The moment those words were spoken, everyone was shocked. Even the ordinary people sitting at the porridge stall could not help looking over.
Who was Lord of Yuanli?
The universally acknowledged greatest genius of the immortal path in eighty thousand years!
Had Heaven not given birth to Newton, the ages would have been like a long night!
This young man was actually connected to Lord of Yuanli?
The young man smiled faintly without answering. Instead, he beckoned with one hand and used a remote object-drawing technique to call back his apple. Looking at it, surprise tinged his voice. "You actually bit off half of it..."
The baby-faced girl immediately panicked. Stammering, she said to Wang Qi, "S-s-s-sorry! This guy means no harm... Y-you should hurry and find your elders, then extract the Nai Zi fruit flesh! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
The young man looked at the girl and laughed. He stood up, walked to her side, and smacked her on the head with the half-eaten apple in his hand. "Stop embarrassing yourself, Xiao Qian. This guy seems different..."
The girl was nearly in tears. "Th-th-then that's even worse! H-he'll lose his own path!"
Mao Zimiao did not know what exactly was happening, but after hearing the baby-faced girl called Xiao Qian, she at least understood one thing—Wang Qi seemed to be in trouble. Worried about Wang Qi, the girl narrowed her eyes, her tail naturally drooping as she lowered her body. Her aura locked firmly onto the mysterious young man. "What exactly is going on?"
The young man looked at Mao Zimiao, his gaze carrying a trace of arrogance. "Little kitty, you want to fight me?"
The Half-Demon girl's tone grew increasingly dangerous. "Explain yourself. What exactly did you do to that fruit?"