Seeing Xiao Baoyue standing there like a wooden chicken, Wang Yang shook his head. A sigh slipped from his throat, mingling with the crackle of the braziers on the altar, carrying a weathered weariness distilled by the years-as though a god had descended upon the mortal world and grown accustomed to the stupidity and forgetfulness of all living beings:
"Foolish child. Two hundred years ago, I promised to raise Yidu to prosperity. A hundred years ago, I chose you as my slave. Now the Yidu Tribe stands before you, and I have descended, yet not even a trace of your divine soul mark has awakened?"
The barbarians stared dumbfounded. Baoyue was equally stunned.
What... what mark???
Xiao Baoyue was a noble daughter of a marquis's household. When had she ever faced anything like this? She froze right there on the altar!
This was her second brush with death. Though frightened and bewildered, after last night's battle, she no longer panicked so badly that she could not think.
She forced herself to calm down and quickly sort out their situation-
She and Wang Yang had been captured by the Yidu Barbarians. They were both Han people, and falling into these barbarians' hands meant certain death! Apparently, they were about to be sacrificed by fire, so Wang Yang had pulled this stunt, hoping to impersonate the Panhu God and save their lives! But however convincing his performance, he was still a mortal. They could expose him all too easily!!!
How should I play along...
Kid, where's that cleverness of yours?!
Show it!!! Why are you standing there pretending to be Xin Yi!!!
Frustrated that iron would not turn to steel, Wang Yang raised his eyes slightly, his gaze growing still more indifferent. His fingertips stirred at his side, as though brushing away