Yan Yue looked at the dark, forbidding face of Odin in front of him, his thin lips slightly curling as his dark eyes flickered, "How could it be you who provided Shangguan Linlang with the Soul-Attracting Grass?"
As soon as Yan Yue said this, Odin clenched his fists, his tone unfriendly, "Of course it wasn't me..."
At this point, Odin furrowed his brow deeply and immediately realized something was amiss.
"You know about this?"
Odin's blue eyes carried a clear question.
Since Yan Yue brought this up with him, there was an eighty to ninety percent chance that Yan Yue was in the loop.
Odin recalled the expression Yan Yue had when he first saw him, increasingly certain of this.
Yan Yue had no intention of hiding the truth from Odin, shrugging nonchalantly and then nodding, "Yes, I know."
As soon as Yan Yue's words landed, the Chief God of Asgard of the Nordic Pantheon grew increasingly restless, frequently frowning, his expression unfriendly, "Who on earth is it?"
