Liu Jian'Er struggled to pry open Pei Yan's mechanical hand, angrily saying, "What the heck! You trying to suffocate me or what!"
Hearing this pure Northeast dialect, Elder Lin and Pei Yan were shocked into silence. After their thoughts were in chaos for a while, they responded in disbelief, "How come you speak standard Mandarin?"
Liu Jian'Er rolled his eyes disdainfully and said, "You're annoying. I was born speaking Mandarin, it's easy. I also speak Japanese, French, English, and Italian."
"Uh..." Pei Yan, thoroughly confused, stared blankly at Liu Jian'Er before him. In the Daoist Plane, which previously had no status among the four major planes, most people had to use a translation device at the Investigation Hall to communicate. So Pei Yan and Elder Lin never expected someone in the Daoist Realm to speak Mandarin. Listening to each language Liu Jian'Er mentioned, Pei Yan felt embarrassed; he, being a person of the current world, knew less than this kid.
