Zheng Xiu looked at Fan Yao and didn't answer.
Nearby.
Ever since Fan Yao had appeared, one person in Zheng Xiu's party had been acting utterly bizarre.
He hadn't said a single word since Fan Yao appeared.
He had only done one thing.
He kept touching his own face, rubbing his bald head, and staring wide-eyed at Fan Yao's stunningly beautiful, androgynous features that seemed to captivate everyone.
"You... you... you, who the hell are you?"
Xie Yunliu stared at Fan Yao, utterly dumbfounded.
'How the hell does he look exactly like me?'
'If I hadn't gotten my head shaved, you wouldn't be able to tell us apart if we stood next to each other.'
For a split second, Xie Yunliu found himself sincerely thanking the "damned thief" who'd shaved him bald in the middle of the night while he was drunk off his ass.
"ACHOO!"
Zheng Xiu sneezed.
His nose itched.
Fan Yao looked at Xie Yunliu. "You have no need to know."
Unlike Xie Yunliu, he wasn't surprised.
