"Ah..."
Yang Yan exclaimed, looking aggrieved:
"Who said we didn't show you respect? If we really didn't, I would have taken him out at the party."
Igukas glared at Yang Yan, full of teasing:
"Haha—you're really bold with your words! And this is you showing respect? You must be joking!"
When they returned to the banquet hall, aside from Fenrir and Yang Yan who were still chatting normally, everyone else looked a bit apprehensive at Yang Yan.
The atmosphere around was rather strange.
"Look at you, now everyone's afraid of you. Who's the Horror Giant Wolf, you or me?"
Fenrir glanced around and teased.
"Would someone call you mute if you didn't speak?"
Yang Yan raised an eyebrow, retorting:
"Can't you just sit quietly and eat? There's plenty of delicious food here! Can't it keep your mouth shut?"
"I'm curious, in all your old legends, everyone talks about how terrifying you are, but no one said you're such a chatterbox!"
