Ordinary people might not have noticed anything, but to Hui Mian, the faint dragon qi on Jiang Lang was unmistakable.
Not only was it unmistakable, it was also very familiar. This was clearly the flood dragon they had encountered in the Underground Lake that night.
But after hearing Jiang Lang's words, Hui Mian, who had been too nervous to move, finally breathed easier. Had they fought their way into a friendship?
Hui Mian grew bolder and peered cautiously through Yi Shuyuan's hair. This was the first time Hui Mian had seen a dragon at such close range, even if it was only a flood dragon.
Jiang Lang seemed to notice Hui Mian as well and looked toward Yi Shuyuan's shoulder. Mr. Yi actually had a little demon hidden there?
Chu Hang also sensed something unusual at that moment, but said nothing.
Although Yang Bencai, an ordinary mortal, could sense neither draconic might nor demonic aura, he instinctively felt a certain pressure, as though this man named Jiang Lang was rather intimidating.
That was partly because Jiang Lang was not in good condition.
"Brother Jiang, since you're Mr. Yi's friend, why not come inside and sit for a while? My father went to check on the kilns. He'll be delighted to hear that Mr. Yi is all right."
Although the house had yet to be put in order, Chu Hang still extended an invitation. Clearly, however, Jiang Lang was in no mood for that.
"No, I-hic-I still have things to do. Mr. Yi."
As he spoke, Jiang Lang gave him a meaningful look. He seemed quite anxious.
Yi Shuyuan could only turn to Chu Hang and Yang Bencai.
"I'll go out with him for a while. Don't worry about me."
After letting them know, Yi Shuyuan immediately left with Jiang Lang.