Songzhi Xianling? This was a completely unfamiliar name. Fan Xian thought of a person called Songgan Zanpu and shook his head. He asked, "This is the language of the grasslands…?"
His brows suddenly twitched. He thought that if this mysterious figure came to the grasslands from elsewhere, then the alias must contain its own meaning.
"This is the language of tribes to the North. It is not the language of the grasslands." Hu Ge replaced the curved knife in its sheath. "I've investigated for three months and can confirm that this person came with the Northern tribes to the grasslands. I'm not sure what Songzhi Xianling means, but Xianling should mean something twinkling."
Fan Xian's brows furrowed together. Twinkling… Twinkling… Sparkling… Diamonds sparkling? He immediately became sidetracked thinking about the name. He didn't think of the fact that twinkling could be an adjective or the movement of something, for example, flowers blooming.
