The Talking Ant

The woman's stunning face was filled with curiosity as she said, "Xu Yan, I'm getting more and more curious about what kind of person you are." When she first saw the painting of Xu Yan, she thought he was an incredibly powerful and mysterious elder. However, after observing him for the past two days, things seemed a bit off. His attitude toward demon races also piqued her interest.

"I'm just an ordinary person. Nothing to be curious about," Xu Yan said unkindly. "It's you who must have an extraordinary identity. So, it's better to leave my little shop quickly. I don't want to get involved with you."

The moment he saw this woman, he knew she was trouble. Who would run to someone else's house at night, looking like they were in mortal danger? It could easily scare timid people to death.

The woman stared at Xu Yan for a few seconds and suddenly asked with a smile, "Do you want to know my name?"