Pretentious
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Nalan Ziyan was a little surprised when he heard his elder brother's words. He hadn't expected that his usually immortal-like elder brother would have such a side to him. Was he trying to deliberately anger the black-robed man?
Xuanyuan Mo Ze looked at his immortal-like appearance and the corners of his lips curled suddenly: "Speaking of which, Ah Jiu, you don't know this yet!"
Feng Jiu was slightly startled and a little confused at Xuanyuan Mo Ze's words as they made no sense: "What don't I know?"
When Nalan Ziyan heard those words, he noticed his elder brother beside him had stiffened and was also slightly surprised. He couldn't help but look at the black-robed man and wondered: Was there some inexplicable meaning to this?
Although Mo Chen's expression remained indifferent, the moment he heard Xuanyuan Mo Ze's words, his body stiffened because he knew what he was about to say. Not only had Nalan Ziyan noticed this but Feng Jiu did as well.