Inner Demons

Liu Gongzan showed a difficult expression, as if he were hesitating.

But Yu Qi smiled slightly. "The background of this Divine Dragon Cult Master beside you, I'm afraid he's a fisherman, right? It's rare to be born with such good looks. Was he originally from the Liu Family Village in Changpu Lake? It's commendable that you were able to find him."

After these words were spoken, that Liu Gongzan became even more dejected, not even having the strength to cup his hands.

This show of force came so quickly and fiercely that it seemed his momentum had completely vanished. As for that "Divine Dragon Cult Master," he was now just sitting there dumbfounded, constantly looking at Liu Gongzan, completely at a loss for what to do or say.

Seeing the two of them like this, Yu Qi chuckled inwardly. He leaned back in his chair again—someone had already replaced the cup of tea he had taken one sip from, which had already cooled.

"Speak, your methods."

He felt even more settled in his heart. He felt that he had roughly figured out the other party's background and just needed to hear them say some details he hadn't thought of—for example, how did they develop? How could they be so audacious?

And he already had a vague inference about these matters in his mind.

Grasping the other party's background through a few words was his specialty.