An impatient look appeared in Mu Biqiong’s eyes as she asked, “Do you not speak our language?”

A dangerous aura gradually wreathed her as the killing intent in her eyes grew stronger and stronger.

At this moment, the Floragrim seemed to finally notice her. He tore his gaze from the tree branches to look at her with a calm expression. Then, in fluent human language, he answered, “I speak it.”

“Good,” Mu Biqiong said, her eyes ice-cold. “I’ll say it one more ...