As Gu Yang was about to start a simulation, he felt a sudden jolt in his heart. Whirling around at once, the Phoenix Feather Knife had already appeared in his hand.
Standing behind him was a robust man clad in beast skin, holding a large bone club that glowed eerily in the sunlight, the origin of the bone unknown.
The man was strong, not as exaggerated as Wei Hao, but Gu Yang still felt an immense pressure from him.
"Are you a human or a monster?"
The man stared at him with an odd gaze, his face full of curiosity. "You smell like a human, but why do you bear the bloodline of a divine beast?"
"You smell not like the Monster Race either. Very strange indeed."
The man's accent was strange, his voice brusque.
Upon seeing the man's appearance, temperament, and outfit, Gu Yang abruptly hatched a suspicion and couldn't help but ask, "Could you be Qing Hao?"
"Huh, how do you know my name?"
