672 The Spirits of Ancient Refiners

"You've got the wrong guy!" exclaimed Wu Mayan through lips that were as thick as sausages right now.

Xie Anan laughed. "Are you kidding me? I'm a refiner, and I observe people's hands first when I see them. Although your face has been utterly reshaped by Master Sand, the distribution of joints on your hands suggest that you are exactly Senior Brother Wu."

Dumbfounded, Wu Mayan blurted, "Who says that I was beaten by master? I ran into a wall by accident! Also, who is your senior brother? Don't try to pull strings with me!"

He did not realize that he had acknowledged his identity.

Xie Anan chuckled. "It's not a shameful thing that one is taught a lesson by their master. What's there to be ashamed of? You are an interesting kid."

Wu Mayan burst into fury and was about to jump up when his wounds were torn open again. He grunted in pain. "Xie—Xie Anan, don't be outrageous. Who—who's a kid?"