"Aren't you also calling me Hu..."
Huzi held his head helplessly, muttering softly.
Yang Yan was taken aback, he really couldn't find a retort.
Was he really going to use the master-servant contract to suppress it?
If he really did that, it would not be far from a fallout between them, which was not what Yang Yan wanted to see.
"I just got used to it."
Yang Yan casually made up an excuse to gloss it over.
After correcting the name, Yang Yan simply took a rest where he was.
Counting the unpleasant time spent with the Nascent Void, on the whole, Yang Yan had been separated from the Ancient Abyss Sect for more than a week.
With the four swordsmen and Lin Zimu around, unless they encountered troubles similar to his own, nothing major should happen.
And during this week, he had garnered no small harvest.
First of all, what he felt most satisfied with was upgrading the Star Night.
