Nameless sensed the fleeing reporters and couldn't help remarking, "They say reporters are fast on their feet, and the world wasn't lying. Since you're already here, come on out!"
"Lord Nameless, hello! I'm Chen Tiesheng, a reporter for the Narrow-Minded Daily. Why do you want to save this world? Why would you waste a precious cultivation world on something like this?" A man appeared before Nameless the next second, firing off his questions at breakneck speed.
Song Xue appeared before Nameless in an instant as well. "Nameless, how do you plan to treat your wife and child? Even though you and that old sow—"
"Get lost!" Nameless kicked Song Xue away.
More and more reporters surrounded Nameless, hemming him in as they peppered him with questions from every side.
Song Xue landed on a distant high-rise, brushed the dust off herself, and gritted her teeth. "He's guilty, just as I thought!"
"You'd better stop provoking Nameless, or you'll die," Su Mi said, appearing beside Song Xue with a half-smile.
Song Xue looked pleased with herself. "At least I've definitely made a deep impression on him. Once I gradually change my approach, sooner or later I'll have him in the palm of my hand!"
"With an ass like yours?" Su Mi said with a laugh.
Song Xue rolled her eyes, then looked toward Nameless, who was packed in by reporters on every side. "Do you think he knew about us all along?"
At first, she truly hadn't noticed so many reporters following him. But as their numbers grew, some of the weaker ones gave themselves away. Only then had she realized she wasn't the only person watching Nameless.
"I don't know." Su Mi shook her head.
Song Xue frowned. "You're a psychic. Aren't you especially sensitive to emotions? Can't you tell