Yuxuan's mystical and cryptic words would surely astonish any person from the Central Plains, leaving them in shock and without a master to guide them.
Even those with a relatively good mentality would certainly feel lost and bewildered.
Once lost and bewildered, they would naturally seek out a master to resolve their doubts.
Snow Maiden, however, was different.
"What a joke, how could I not know who I am?"
Yuxuan: "…"
Seeing Snow Maiden's confidence, Yuxuan was at a loss for words for a moment.
His aura of superiority seemed to shatter, and as Yuxuan fixed his gaze on Snow Maiden, he casually waved his hand, and a small cucumber appeared in his hand.
"Do you know what this is?"
"A cucumber!"
Although the item was a product of the Central Plains, during times of trade or when pillaging occurred, the Grassland People would also plunder some goods to take back, and Snow Maiden had naturally seen them before.
She was naive, but not uncultured.
"Wrong, this is a banana."
