"Perhaps,"
Ye Yin set down his teacup, his thumbs pressing against his chin in a massaging motion as he closed his eyes and pondered slowly:
"Since you've shown sincerity first, I don't want to deceive you."
"I am not a 'Wretched One'; that's just a guise to fob others off."
"My true title is 'Survivor', Rank B."
"You might not have heard of it because I have looked through all the clan records I could access and asked many elders."
"Such an ability is as rare as hen's teeth; there aren't many examples for me to refer to."
"In the end, I've only managed to survive until now by relying on the glory of my clan, in a humble and cautious manner."
"Please be frank, cousin." Ye Hanjun also set down his cup, sitting upright and composed.
Ye Liuying did likewise, his gaze focused and breath held, not looking anywhere else.
A Rank B 'Survivor', how strange is that title, and what unknown secrets does it contain that call for such prudence?
