"A nobody."
"There should be a name to call you by."
"My surname is Xiang, the Xiang as in 'looking at one's back'! Xiang Nangui."
Xiang Beifei casually brushed it off.
Daoist Qingde looked at Xiang Beifei and for some reason, he found that the more he looked at Xiang Beifei, the weirder it seemed, saying, "Why do I always feel like I've seen you somewhere before, young brother?"
Well, wouldn't he look familiar as someone carved from the same mold over three generations?
Xiang Beifei forced a dry laugh and said, "Maybe it's because I inadvertently passed by this place a few days ago and was wanted as what you call an 'inner spy'!"
Only then did Daoist Qingde recall the commotion from the inner spy incident a few days ago, his brows furrowed with heaviness.
"Then how did you manage to enter our Hanxia?"
