Wu Che really had not expected the softest-looking girl in the group to speak so bluntly, much less aim her words straight at him. That meant they probably knew about Nan Xun's past, too.
The question was what Nan Xun had "told" them.
Wu Che said gravely, "My younger brother and I have had a misunderstanding. Now that he's back, we can clear it up. How much do you know about the misunderstanding between us, miss?"
Qiao Ranran smiled as she picked up his words. "So Young Master Wu believes the problem between you and Nan Xun is a misunderstanding?"
"It is."
"That's interesting. We haven't even said what happened, yet you already know?"
Wu Che choked.
Wu Che had never tried to hide what he had done from Nan Xun. He had personally brought Nan Xun back, removed his Demon Race blood and bones, and thrown his broken body into the South Sea. He had never imagined that, after being reduced to that state, Nan Xun could one day return alive.
Wu Che had thought that even if Nan Xun knew everything, he could not speak, so Wu Che would control the story—only for Nan Xun to return with two helpers.
"Say whatever you like, miss." Wu Che refused to take Qiao Ranran's bait.
To Qiao Ranran, he seemed to think that as long as he refused to admit anything, no one could do a thing about it.
"It's nothing much. Nan Xun is also a son of the Former Demon King, and he's pure-blooded Demon Race. If I understand correctly, he's qualified to compete for the Demon King's throne too, isn't he?"
Wu Che nodded, still fairly composed. His gaze swept over the surrounding demons, whose looks had grown rather pointed. "Of course. Anyone here who belongs to