Fang Yu, although had finished his bath, had yet to shave his beard and hair.
So when he came out, Zhang Yang, who was clamoring about marrying Xiaoqian, saw Fang Yu and was especially puzzled, slapping the table.
"Great... You really hid a wild man at home! You even settle for this kind of trash! Xiaoqian! I've misjudged you!"
Xiaoqian rolled her eyes and said, "What are you talking about? I don't know him!"
"You don't know him, yet you let him come to your house and even take a bath? You think I'm a fool?"
Fang Yu also sized him up.
His gaze swept over the man named Zhang Yang.
He sensed a faint spiritual energy emanating from Zhang Yang.
Clearly, he had been to the entrance of the secret realm and was not skilled in cultivation. However, he did possess a somewhat extraordinary strength.
Fang Yu could clearly feel that this person was not quite like ordinary people.
For instance, stronger life force, pulse, complexion, and even his speech all carried robust vigor.
