Yang Yibin raised his head and saw Wufu staring at him without blinking. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and his face reddened slightly with shyness.
"Young Master, you..."
"The dead cannot be brought back to life, my condolences." Wufu sighed.
Yang Yibin's eyes reddened again upon hearing this. He sniffed and said, "You're quite lucky to have so many survivors. In the Jianghu, I've never seen someone like you. May I ask who you are, Young Master?"
Wufu's eyes flashed with a hint of sadness as he said, "You think so, but our team originally had nearly twenty people, and now... we don't even know if they're alive or dead!"
"Well, since even you, Young Master, managed to escape the crocodile swarm, your people must be highly skilled and blessed, unlike me... I'd better not say more. May I know your esteemed surname, Young Master?"
"My surname is Wu."
"Young Master Wu," Yang Yibin probed again, "it seems you've never walked in the Jianghu? You look unfamiliar."
