My Name Is Fang Jiu

Taking advantage of the situation, Beiting Huang quickly grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and quickly wiped it on her face. The stench on her body could be smelled from ten miles away. Her face seemed to be stained with a pile of magical beast feces, and almost no one was willing to look at her.

"Hmph, you don't have to worry about that. I will explain it to the Divine Lord!" After Fang Chi said that, he pulled Beiting Huang forward without another word. As he walked, he instructed Beiting Huang, "What's your name? When the time comes, just say that you are my long-lost nephew and have specially come to seek refuge with me."

"Okay!" Beiting Huang agreed without hesitation. "My name is Fang Jiu. I'm even willing to be your biological son, let alone your nephew."