The incense fire Taoist had long seen through the young butcher's identity, but he had not pointed it out until now.
Now, he actively exposed it, and the young butcher could no longer keep up the disguise,
However, before tearing away the disguise, the butcher said to Zhou Xuan, "Sir, I have a bit of a mischievous taste..."
"Hmm... I can see that."
Zhou Xuan said.
Someone who could be obsessed with the beauty of a stiff woman, if one were to say he didn't have a mischievous taste, no one would believe it.
"So, before I officially start the arena, I'd like to have you guess my identity blindly."
This time, the mischievous taste shown by the butcher wasn't too big.
Zhou Xuan then said, "The incense fire Taoist calls you Little Mountain—then your real name must contain the word 'Mountain',
Your sword momentum comes from Wuwen Mountain, there's no doubt about that, but according to those old hands, Wuwen Mountain is close to losing its heritage,
