"I'm not obsessed with details, actually, I find them quite annoying," Song Yun nonchalantly said as he lit a cigarette. "If there really is a master of details out there, I believe he's the only one in the world worthy of the title."
"Oh, who's that? It's got to be somebody of note to have the infamous Shura acknowledge them," True Yang Immortal commented, shedding his burden.
"It's a detective, his name is Conan. If you haven't heard of him, then you've really been living under a rock," Song Yun said, amusement curling his lips.
True Yang Immortal racked his brains but couldn't think of any impressive person named Conan. However, coming from Song Yun's mouth, it had to mean the guy was impressive. Hua Qingcheng, beside him, was as puzzled as a monk encountering an enigma. Was there someone called Conan in the Martial World?
"What's the purpose of your visit today?" Song Yun asked after taking the last drag of his cigarette. "You can't just be here to amuse me."
