“Are you from the dragon race?!” Ding Run fixed Zu An with an unwavering stare.

“Why would you think that?” Zu An asked curiously.

“Because you used Soulspeak.” Sang Hong said, gasping for air. He looked at Zu An in shock.

This wasn’t the first time he saw Zu An use this skill. In the Clans Tournament, Yuan Wendong’s cultivation was clearly superior, yet he’d lost his concentration at a critical moment, and ended up losing to Zu An.

At the time, no one had thought about this possibility. Only now, when Ding Run blurted this out, did he realize that it might be plausible.

After all, Ding Run was one of the world’s best hitmen, and Sang Hong could tell that he was a thoughtful and extremely strong-willed individual. There was no way he would be as easily distracted as Yuan Wendong.

Zu An knew that they had misunderstood what was going on, but he didn’t bother to explain. This was perfectly acceptable to him, since it freed him of the burden of having to further...