Over the three years they had spent together, Jiang Yang had guessed Constana's identity, even though she had hidden it very well.
After all, although Constana was first-rate at the art of "lying low," the True Dragons of the Dragon Clan who knew her were not.
As for Jiang Yang himself, he had never deliberately concealed his identity. It was easy to guess who he was from the scattered clues.
A year earlier, he had even frightened a True Dragon named Ao Tian so badly that Ao Tian had nearly changed his name.
Even so, the two still pretended not to know each other's identities.
After all, that was rather fun, too.
In cultivation, they compared and verified their insights, gaining far more than they would have by working behind closed doors.
In daily life, they became rare friends who could talk about anything under the sun.
Well, Jiang Yang was extremely interested in the sights and customs of different worlds revealed in Constana's passing remarks.
Of course, as a homebody, Constana was not particularly keen on interacting with Jiang Yang beyond discussing cultivation knowledge, but there was no stopping him from coming over every day.
Nine to six, all year round without a day off-even office workers would have wept at the sight.
They really should have laid their cards on the table long before today.
The matter with Yuhua had merely provided an opportunity.
"Then let's introduce ourselves again, Miss Emperor. My name is Jiang Yang."
Jiang Yang smiled at her, like sunlight shining across the heavens.
"Constana."
Constana also tipped her head up, revealing her lively, Starsea-blue eyes, which seemed to hold a trace of a smile.
"Why do I get the feeling that isn't your real name either?"
Jiang Yang had a strange, illusory feeling.
"No,