"How could that be impossible? Do you know just how noble Xun'er's status is? I really don't know how she ended up taking a liking to a brat like you again."
Naturally, the conversation between master and disciple could not escape Fang Yu's notice. Without any politeness, Fang Yu spoke bluntly to Xiao Yan.
His words gave Xiao Yan quite a fright. He had no idea when Fang Yu had arrived beside him, yet he had not sensed a thing. Forget Xiao Yan—even Yao Chen, the old man residing within him, had failed to notice. Just how had Fang Yu gotten here?
"Then what exactly is Xun'er's identity?" More than being startled, Xiao Yan was intensely curious about Xiao Xun'er's true identity.
He had wondered about it for a long time. Now that the answer seemed about to be revealed, his curiosity had reached its peak, and he was desperate to know.
"Her identity? You don't need to concern yourself with that. I'm afraid Xun'er will beat me to death if I tell you."
Just as Fang Yu was about to speak frankly, his tone abruptly changed and he reconsidered. He shook his head and said no more. He had sensed a cold killing intent settle upon him, and there was no need to look to know that it came from Xiao Xun'er.
"Don't worry, Xun'er. I didn't say anything, and I won't tell him either. Rest assured. He isn't qualified to know these things yet. When he becomes a Dou Saint someday, he'll be qualified to know. For now, it's still too early."
After saying that, Fang Yu looked at the approaching Xiao Xun'er, then patted little Xiao Yan, who had been rendered speechless by his words. Only then did he leave with a satisfied chuckle.
"Dou Saint! A