The battle grew fiercer.
Yet Qi Song seemed utterly oblivious. He stood rooted to the spot, his expression rigid, not even knowing how to respond to Lan Fang Ziyi's words.
Just what did this man know? How had he found out?
Unfortunately, he was innocent by nature. Even if he racked his brains until they split, he could never figure out what Lan Fang Ziyi, whose mind twisted through eighteen bends, was thinking.
He suddenly recalled his clan's teachings: when he did not know how to converse with outsiders, silence was the best approach.
"At first, I only suspected it. But everything that happened afterward told me you could only belong to that clan. After all, anyone who had practiced cultivation in the outside world for long would have lost that innocence of yours.
"Still, everyone in your clan seems rather simplehearted?"
Qi Song looked even more flustered. He wanted to cover Lan Fang Ziyi's mouth, but felt that would be far too rude, so he simply stood there, bewildered and at a loss.
Even Lan Fang Ziyi felt a little sorry for him at the sight. "Do you know what cultivators in the outside world usually do when someone exposes an identity they must keep secret?"
Qi Song did not understand why Lan Fang Ziyi had suddenly asked this. "What?"
Lan Fang Ziyi could not help shaking his head. "Not 'what.' They kill to silence the witness."
Qi Song steadied himself, repeatedly warning himself not to panic. Although he had not been here long, he already knew the cultivation world's law of the strong devouring the weak. He understood killing to silence a witness, but could not bring himself to do it.
Looking at Qi Song's expression, Lan Fang Ziyi sighed. "How did you come here? Do your tribespeople