Wan Huaruo saw how relentlessly Yang Chen was pressing the question and knew that this matter would not be easy to settle peacefully.
She sighed, her expression grave. "Yang Chen, knowing too much about me will do you no good. You should ask another question."
Yang Chen narrowed his eyes at Wan Huaruo. He knew that even if he continued pressing her, he likely would not get to the bottom of it.
But expecting him to let the matter rest just like that was clearly impossible.
Yang Chen said calmly, "Fine. Since Miss Wan does not wish to speak of her identity, I will not ask further. As you suggested, I will change my question. I imagine Miss Wan has already guessed it—it concerns this mysterious giant egg."
Wan Huaruo had known that Yang Chen would ultimately ask about this.
She had not wanted to answer, but she had already refused him once. If she refused again now, it would be difficult to justify, whether by reason or sentiment.
Her eyes were filled with helplessness. At last, she lightly bit her pearly teeth and said, "Very well. Since Young Master Yang is interested, I will tell you a little about this giant egg."
Yang Chen naturally leaned in to listen, curious about this giant egg's origins.
Otherwise, with such a colossal thing in his possession, he truly did not know whether it was a blessing or a curse.
Wan Huaruo said, "Before I answer that, I would like to ask Young Master Yang: how much do you know about the Asura Clan?"
"I only know that the Asura Clan seems to be a special method of the Spirit God Clan Royal Clan. Whenever those Royal Spirit Gods are driven into a corner with mountains exhausted and rivers spent, they use