"Good scolding, good scolding!" Yeyu was not angered in the least. Instead, he clapped his hands and pointed at Xiao Mao behind Fairy Hongxia. "If we are speaking of those who have forgotten their ancestors and forsaken their roots, then this one behind you, named Xiao Mao, ought to be the first! He bears the bloodline of Great God Shebi, yet he practiced Daoist arts, cultivated the Daoist Sect's techniques all over his body, and does not even know his own surname or name. I fear he is worse than Yeyu!"
As he spoke, Yeyu turned to Hou Yan again. "Brother, Yeyu has tolerated them greatly already, only fearing there might be some misgivings in your heart. Now that you have heard everything clearly, Yeyu has hidden nothing from you..."
"Mm, we shall proceed as Fu Man said earlier!" Hou Yan vaguely revealed Yeyu's identity. "I will kill these two Daoist Sect cultivators!"
"Good!" Yeyu nodded and opened his mouth. The small sword was about to fly out, but after a slight hesitation, he slapped his hand against his storage pouch and took out that soul artifact shaped like a Gecko Beast again. He muttered an incantation, and a ghostly green radiance shone from the soul artifact.
"Fu Man?" Xiao Mao and the others had already gained a rough understanding of the situation in the shaman villages. Hearing Hou Yan's words, their expressions changed slightly, and they immediately understood Yeyu's intentions. Xiao Mao's eyes narrowed even further, fury appearing on his face. Needless to say, Yeyu must have been connected to the deaths of Xiao Mao's parents. Otherwise, he would not have intercepted and killed Xiao Mao here, refusing to let him proceed to Shebi Village!
"Hmph, since when did swordsmen become so cunning? You have even carried the act