Seeing Wang Dadong finally agree, the girl in the blue dress broke into a radiant grin, hooked an arm around his neck like he was her blood brother, and laughed, "That's more like it. You and I together, a powerhouse team-up—we'll definitely be able to cart off all the treasure in here!"
A greedy and smug smile spread across the girl's face.
"You still haven't said who you are?" Wang Dadong was being choked so hard by the girl that he could barely breathe.
This girl's grip was seriously strong.
The blue-dressed girl let go of Wang Dadong, stretched out her hand to him, and said, "My name is Duanmu Xinger, I'm a Loose Cultivator."
Wang Dadong did not believe this girl who called herself Duanmu Xinger.
A so‑called Loose Cultivator is someone with no sect, no clan, and no master.
Duanmu Xinger was only seventeen or eighteen, and even Wang Dadong couldn't see through her cultivation. Even if she hadn't reached Hermit-level, she definitely possessed Slaughtering Sage Strength.
