A hand caught the gourd. Mo Nian was startled. “How did you recognize me? I used the Dark Night race’s stealth art.”

Mo Nian had gained a new technique recently while tomb-robbing. It was the technique he was currently most proud of, and his efficiency in tomb-robbing had increased immensely from it.

He had been hoping to scare Long Chen with this move, but Long Chen noticed him as soon as he was a few hundred meters away.

Long Chen smiled faintly. He had noticed Mo Nian because he had been adjusting his 108,000 stars, seeing if he could connect them to heaven and earth. “That’s because your wretched air disturbed me.”

Seeing his expression, Mo Nian immediately understood Long Chen was being sarcastic. Drinking a mouthful of wine, he spat out, “Wretch.”

“Are you shouting your own name?” Long Chen shook his head.

“Fuck, you’re such a conner.” Mo Nian laughed. “Long Chen let me tell you about a certain something. Don’t get mad though.”

“Why would I get mad?”

“Hehe,...