To be honest, Babayak had no idea whether anything he said now would have any effect.
He did not even know why he was saying these things.
To stall for time?
Give him a break.
Couldn't they talk about something else?
Why did he have to lay bare his true thoughts?
"Have you received... favors from Lu Li?"
The ethereal female voice still echoed by his ear, though it had drifted from his left ear to his right.
Babayak could sense that the unidentified woman was circling around him.
Just like a Gale Leopard preparing to pounce on its prey!
"That bastard Lu Li really has no standards at all... It was bad enough that he kept collecting beautiful women wherever he went. Never mind that he even provoked the Spirit Clan across racial boundaries—now he's even taken in a Goblin?"
"Hey, you're male, right? How many times have you sold your ass to Lu Li?"
Just as Babayak was feeling uneasy and at a loss over what to do, the words by his ear abruptly took on a different tone.
The divinely ethereal quality from before was gone, replaced by a brazen, vulgar air.
If not for the unchanged voice, Babayak would have suspected that someone else had taken over the conversation.
Frowning, he replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "My relationship with Lord Lu Li is not as filthy as you imagine."
At the same time, he waited for the other party's reaction.
"Filthy? Has Lu Li done few filthy things?" The woman sneered, her tone carrying a reckless sharpness.
Babayak took a shallow breath, forming a rough judgment of the woman's position.
Enemy, not friend!
He stopped responding and began seriously considering whether he could drive her away—or simply perish together with her.
But just as such thoughts