After finishing the mentioning of Bai Cha's name, Han Fei turned to the elderly man beside him, "We are all in the same boat now, no need to keep hiding, right? Knowing our friends' abilities can also help us deal with dangers more effectively."
The elderly man was fooled by Han Fei's master-level acting, he thought for a long time, then tore off a leaf from the strange plant behind him and handed it to Han Fei, "I am some scrap material that fell off when a divine spirit was creating something. I have no name, only a number, 100. My body and soul are like a ragged flower pot; the core is the flower growing on my back."
"The plant on your back is a flower?" Han Fei hadn't realized this at first.
"Yes, a flower even divine spirits find bothersome." The old man did not continue this topic. He looked vigilantly at Sister Hong, "We both have revealed our backgrounds, what about you?"
"I am just an ordinary woman from Red Alley."
