Tang Wulin asked hesitantly, "Di Yun'er, you said your Golden Dragon Spear was made from the forty-ninth rib of the First Generation Golden Dragon. Could there be a second one? For example, another Golden Dragon later on using its own forty-ninth rib to make one?"
Di Yun'er decisively shook her head.
"Impossible. Other than the First Generation Golden Dragon, every Golden Dragon afterward had only forty-eight ribs."
"Is that so..."
Tang Wulin's expression instantly became exceedingly complicated.
Seeing his expression, Di Yun'er could not help feeling baffled.
That was only natural. After all, she did not know that Tang Wulin also possessed a Golden Dragon Spear.
If someone else who knew Tang Wulin had been here, they might have refuted her words and thought she was lying, because Tang Wulin clearly had an identical spear in his hands.
But Tang Wulin did not think so, because he knew he was not from this era. Di Yun'er had not lied. The one in her hand was likely the Golden Dragon Spear that should exist in this era, while his was the one from the future timeline.
But if that was truly the case, then it could only mean one thing: Di Yun'er had not come from the future, or at least not from his timeline. She was most likely someone from this timeline.
The night was not yet halfway over. Before long, the others went back to rest, while Tang Wulin and the two girls gathered together again to keep watch.
Suddenly, Di Yun'er said, "If you have something to say, say it already."
"Huh?" Tang Wulin froze. "What do you mean?"
Impatience showed on Di Yun'er's face.
"You've been staring at me this whole time. Aren't you afraid your girlfriend will get jealous?"
"Ah."
Only then did Tang Wulin realize