Facing everyone's stares, Wang Qi sighed. "Ahem, I really am called Wang Qi. A True Disciple of the Myriad Dharma Sect."
"So you really are named Wang Qi! The same name as that True Disciple senior brother!" Clearly, everyone had only believed the first sentence. Seeing their reaction, Wang Qi instead breathed a sigh of relief. Chen Jingyun probably had not sunk so low as to plaster the news that he was an Exiled Immortal everywhere, and evidently, his appearance had not spread across the world either. Those were both good things.
Wang Qi was perfectly happy to let them misunderstand. Calm and unruffled, he picked up a cup of tea and took a sip. Hou Benli, however, said with an irritated expression, "You were listening over there for quite a while, weren't you? And you kept sneaking looks this way too."
At that moment, Wang Qi suddenly felt an unfamiliar mana invading him. There was no real malice in it; at most, it could make someone uncomfortable, roughly on the level of one ordinary youth saying to another, "Let me punch you once." Doing this to someone he had just met was somewhat overly familiar, but it did not even count as rude.
Hou Benli's meaning was plain—Kid, you just got here and you're already flirting with the girls here? Have some respect for first come, first served!
Yet Hou Benli quickly sensed that something was wrong. No matter how much force he used, Wang Qi seemed utterly unresponsive. On the contrary, Hou Benli's mana vaguely showed signs of slipping out of control, pouring into Wang Qi's body as though it cost nothing.
Wang Qi hid the upward curl of his lips behind his teacup. The divine ability read as Holy Light but written as cheat code could draw