"..."
Chen Fan looked down at Big Fish, who was looking up at him, and frowned. He raised a hand to stop Crippled Monkey and the others from climbing onto the wall, then looked Big Fish up and down for the first time. "You're a girl?"
"Yes."
Big Fish nodded lightly.
"Why does a girl talk so crudely?"
"Huh?" Confusion flickered in Big Fish's eyes. "But, Station Master, you..."
"I'm a man."
"Oh."
"Wait a second. Let me sort this out."
A rainy night.
Chen Fan stood on the City Wall, staring at Big Fish with a deep frown. He had lived with these people for quite a few days, but it wasn't as though he would pull down everyone's pants and check their crotches one by one.
How was he supposed to know there was a girl in the Camp?
And one who seemed... not quite normal.
"Night Watcher."
This was the first special Cultivator he had encountered.
He turned to glance at the gray fog outside the Camp, which showed no signs of movement for now, then focused on Big Fish again. He could indeed make out a few feminine features: a short frame, slender limbs, and a rather feminine face.
But...
Too flat, too young.
Beautiful was hardly the word. He looked more like an innocent little girl from the village next door.
"I'm pretty curious about what a Night Watcher can do. Can you tell me?"
"Yes."
For some reason.
Big Fish seemed to trust him a great deal now. He drew a deep breath and forced down the fear welling up in his eyes again before his faint voice rose through the sound of rain atop the wall.
"My father wasn't always a fisherman."
"I think he used to be in your line of