"Lu Tianjiao..."
"Call me Lu Ran." Lu Ran stood at the edge of the cliff, gazing at the distant battlefield, "Should I call you Longxiang?"
Actually, the two were not familiar.
They knew each other's famous names and had seen each other's enchanting presence on the fifteenth night, but until now, it was only their second meeting.
Even so, meeting someone with the same Da Xia's genius title in a place like Holy Spirit Mountain already felt like "meeting an old friend in a distant land."
"Alright, Lu Ran." Wang Longxiang looked at the back of the youth in the straw raincoat, "Your Divine Technique and Evil Technique..."
"I stole some power from the God Demon."
"Stole some power?"
"Yeah." Lu Ran turned his head, looking at the female general behind him, whose eyes were filled with astonishment, his lips subtly curved.
This appearance and aura, truly too "Nu Ying-like."
Watching, Lu Ran felt a bit as though he were in a daze.
