Han Yue and the Ice Soul Queen both turned to look at him, studying him carefully.
A B Rank Contract Spirit, somewhere above level 70.
There was no identification badge on his chest. He belonged to neither the military nor the Alliance.
An ordinary Contract Spirit serving on the front?
As Alliance Contract Spirit Masters, they instinctively grew wary.
The man in red seemed oblivious to their wariness. His smile remained radiant, even carrying just the right touch of surprise and admiration.
"I never thought I'd meet the Abyss God's friends here. What an honor!"
"Would you two do me the honor of joining me for a drink?"
"I've admired the Abyss God's exploits for a long time!"
As he spoke, he rose naturally, picked up the bottle and glasses from his table, and started toward Han Yue and her companion. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Luo Bu, but you can just call me Little Bu."
The Ice Soul Queen's brows furrowed slightly. Beneath the table, a trace of icy energy quietly gathered at her fingertips.
Han Yue discreetly adjusted her posture, her body tensing slightly.
This man in red who had suddenly appeared seemed friendly and harmless.
But appearing here, at a time like this, and asking about Xia Yuan...
It was far too convenient.
They knew Xia Yuan had many admirers and fans, but matters concerning him were too important for them to casually divulge to strangers.
"Friends?"
Han Yue spoke first, putting on a professional, slightly distant smile, her tone carrying just the right amount of puzzlement.
"Sir, I think you may have misunderstood. We've merely heard of the Contract Spirit who created the Crimson Miracle. We're hardly his friends."
She deftly avoided giving a direct answer while watching his reaction.
Little Bu's smile