Xuan Xiao glanced over. Well, well, wasn't this so-and-so from so-and-so's family?
He narrowed his eyes and took a closer look. That figure was far too familiar; it would have been hard not to recognize him.
Black clothes, cloth shoes, a zombie face, and an expression so stern it looked like someone owed him money. That image was practically etched into his DNA. How could he not recognize Yu Xiaogang?
And beside him stood a young girl with long wine-red hair. She was youthful and beautiful, with a stubborn pride between her brows. Her outstanding temperament made her especially eye-catching among the crowd.
Confirmed. This really was the anime version of Douluo Continent.
So this should be the young Bibi Dong, Xuan Xiao muttered inwardly. The girl looked young, but that arrogant air of hers had already begun to take shape.
"Very well said!"
After Yu Xiaogang finished speaking, quite a few people in the surrounding crowd voiced their support. Several young people even applauded, their faces full of admiration.
But others could not help speaking up in rebuttal. Their voices were not loud, but loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. Their tones dripped with disdain, and their expressions looked as uncomfortable as if they had swallowed flies.
"You make it sound so real. Who knows how many idiots would actually believe that?"
The moment those words came out, the surroundings fell silent for a few seconds before erupting into uproar. Some nodded in agreement, others frowned in objection, and the crowd began arguing like a marketplace.
There were supporters and opponents alike. Especially in a world that valued strength, talent, and background above all else, the words sounded stirring, but upon closer thought, they were merely a correct yet meaningless platitude.
"What do you mean?"
Before Yu Xiaogang