Ning Xiaoxian secretly sneered inwardly, but her face remained serious as she said: "I wouldn't dare. The deductions made by Deputy Hall Master Lian Heng are naturally astute. However, regarding this explosive, I happen to know a bit about it." She didn't even use the humble "your subordinate," directly choosing "I" instead, which sounded particularly displeasing to Jiu Mo's ears.
Ning Xiaoxian was not doing this on purpose; she originally came from a world that prided itself on equality, and she had never joined a Sect or ranked herself within a large organization before, so it never occurred to her to use self-deprecating terms like "your subordinate," "yours truly." Besides, because of Changtian, she subconsciously felt that since you all have your leader imprisoned in God Demon Prison by me, who in Hidden Stream is worth my bowing and scraping to?
Jiu Mo glanced at her lightly, his eyes already carrying a hint of coldness: "Speak."
