"Across the mortal world, the zither sings~ Who does the maiden hold within her heart?"
"Travelers come from south and north~ The beauty entrusts her love to the pipa."
A recently popular little tune played inside the Buck Star coffee shop on Central Avenue.
It was the original version, though, not the DJ remix.
"Tell me, how did you know about my sister?"
Bai Xiuxiu folded her arms across her chest, scrutinizing the handsome blond man before her with a wary gaze.
"My eyes are my measuring stick." Yang Fan savored a sip of Buck Star's signature coffee, then said, "All right, it's actually because of a special function of my martial soul."
He wasn't particularly fond of coffee, nor could he tell whether it was any good. It didn't give him heartburn, though, so he supposed it was decent.
His martial soul could indeed deduce identities by combining known information from the original story with his analytical talent, but this time he had actually just made a casual guess based on the original.
After all: demon whale, blue hair, female character.
Lan Fozi seemed to be the only one who fit.
Her background was extraordinary, too.
Her mother was the Demon Empress, who had slept on brushwood and tasted gall for twenty thousand years to become the Holy Spirit Cult's current big boss. Her father was even more famous: the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, who had devised the yin-yang complementary dual soul cores system and reached a cultivation age of nine hundred and ninety thousand years, half a step from godhood, only to end up as Tang San's stepping stone to becoming a god.
The Deep Sea Demon Whale Clan possessed exceptional talent, as the two outstanding figures from a single family made clear.
Unfortunately, simply because he