Mo Lin's expression now resembled that of an old man staring at a phone on the subway:
"Huh? We were shouting so loudly just now, and you didn't hear a single word?"
Mo Teng first gave Mo Lin an iron fist of love to the head. For a brief instant, the aura around Mo Lin seemed to vanish, and Mo Teng seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to land a satisfying blow before saying:
"What do you mean, 'huh'?! Other than what you said, all I heard from that dolphin was it going 'ah-yi, ah-yi' for ages. Then you nodded at me, and somehow the matter was settled. What exactly happened?"
"So Ling Yao hadn't actually been communicating with me in human language? There had been plenty of research reports in my previous life showing that certain cetaceans had their own languages and even dialects, so it wasn't strange for whale-type soul beasts in this world to have their own language as well. Ling Yao had me and Little Qilin, whom it could trust absolutely, so there was no problem with it using its own language. But why could I understand the Spirit Dolphin's language? At present, the only possible reason seemed to be that I had inherited Winged Dragon's legacy. There shouldn't be any other explanation."
After reaching that conclusion, Mo Lin told Mo Teng. Mo Teng accepted the explanation as well; it was quite reasonable. As for what the dolphin had said to Mo Lin, he felt that the matters discussed between man and beast were probably rather sensitive. If he, as Mo Lin's grandfather, asked too much, it might put Mo Lin in an awkward position where he could neither speak nor refuse to speak. So Mo Teng gave up asking and went to direct the ships.
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