Yan Xiaoru's indifferent questioning left Li Muyang dumbfounded.
"Ah?"
He almost doubted his hearing, always feeling that such a strange question shouldn't come from Yan Xiaoru.
But under the dimly lit lanterns hanging at the city gate, Yan Xiaoru, clad in a purple robe, looked at him indifferently, standing straight with icy eyes, as if she was interrogating yet seemed to be speaking to herself.
"To you, what am I?"
Yan Xiaoru repeated the question once again.
This time, Li Muyang heard it clearly.
Very clearly.
He hesitated subconsciously: "Er... Elder Yan?"
Li Muyang subconsciously wanted to ask—what on earth are you trying to say! Can you make yourself a little clearer!
Why has this woman suddenly become a riddle master?
But just as he opened his mouth and before he could express himself, Yan Xiaoru had already nodded emotionlessly.
"Good! You are a clever man!"