Opposite Xiao Hetao sat an elderly figure, his voice raspy and trembling slightly as he spoke.
"Who are you?" he asked again.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Zhang Ze felt this person's speech was muffled, as though his mouth was stuffed with feathers.
However, he was certain that this person was definitely not the little monk.
Although the little monk was mischievous, he wouldn't go to such boring lengths.
Not to mention this feather-stuffed voice, how could a contact on his little walnut not know who he was?
'Did someone pick the little monk's pocket? But if that's the case, this thief is overly audacious.'
'What's he trying to do?'
Zhang Ze didn't immediately respond, but the other side grew impatient, and the elderly voice asked again.
"Who are you?"
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Ze put a finger to his lips, signaling for his junior sister and Li to be quiet, then mimicked the raspy voice and responded.
"I'm Sauce Burst, who are you, where's Brother Crow?"
