"You disrespectful brat, your words are so unpleasant to hear."
The old man raised his eyebrows and said coldly:
"What do you mean by 'thing'? Are all you Easterners so rude?"
Yang Yan sneered and said disdainfully:
"Stop pretending! Although I don't know exactly what you are, I can be sure you're definitely not human."
"What makes you say that?"
The old man asked suspiciously.
From the beginning, Yang Yan never regarded him as a human.
But the old man was very confident in his disguise.
Not to mention someone like Yang Yan, even those specialized in this might be fooled by him.
Yang Yan smiled lightly:
"It's very simple. Because if you were human, I would never be unable to injure you."
For Yang Yan, there was no one in this world he couldn't cut and wound.
No matter how strong that person was, as long as their essence was human, Yang Yan could definitely hurt them.
