"Sorry, it is not my intention to hide my face. The path of cultivation I practice is somewhat special, so things that cover the face are generally useless to me."
"..." Xu Yuan.
Was this woman deliberately hinting at him?
No, that can't be right.
Even the Sword Saint of his household didn't have this skill; to randomly encounter a secluded pregnant woman who could see through disguises, Xu Yuan might as well believe he could die choking on water.
Xu Yuan broke the silence, patting the two women beside him:
"Lady should not worry about it. If it is convenient, may I know how to address you?"
The faceless woman was silent for a moment, then softly said:
"Sir may call me Wan."
"Wan?"
"Yes, simply a single character: Wan."
"..."
Strange name.
But Xu Yuan had seen stranger.
After all, there was still that sickly and temperamental old woman named Qing in his Black Prison.