Bai Ming’s worst fear had come true.

“Please state your identity.”

Before him, the fox-eared girl gripped her sword with both hands, poised to attack. Crimson light flickered in her eyes. A slight downward glance revealed her restless legs. Her ears stood upright; her tail behind her was rigid like an iron rod.

No doubt: Shen Yuan Yuhu had grown hostile toward Bai Ming.

Why? It was obvious with a little thought. In fact, it was common sense.

Bai Ming could dismiss their two meetings as coincidence. But for Shen Yuan Yuhu, such events were far from random. She saw it as inevitable. Whenever she moved to confront the “criminal,” Bai Ming was there. She had to suspect his identity—especially after his overwhelming fight with Li Scar. That power was beyond any normal human.

In short, though Bai Ming claimed he was here to save his sister, his true motives were unclear. Out of caution, Shen Yuan Yuhu needed to verify his identity before proceeding.

What if he was a real wolf, just acting to get close? Then she’d fall into their trap again.

“Hmm, I knew it would come to this.”

Bai Ming sighed softly, spreading his hands helplessly as he looked at the naive girl.

He’d known this would happen, which was why he avoided meddling. Even a slight brush with trouble he shouldn’t touch would drag him in. This time, he felt it deeply—not just him, but Bai Ruoshui was caught in this mess too.

That’s why he’d repeatedly stressed how much he hated the title “Hero.”

It wasn’t just dislike; hearing it felt like sulfuric acid poured into his ears.

“Please, just say it.”

Shen Yuan Yuhu lowered her stance again, suppressing her urge to attack, and pleaded softly.

She knew this was caution. If he was sent to spy or deceive her, he’d slip up now.

But better safe than sorry. If Bai Ming was directly involved, she’d have reason to fight.

Conversely, if he explained his identity and power source clearly, she could lower her guard and apologize.

“Huff…”

Bai Ming lowered his head, closed his eyes, and crossed his arms, lost in thought.

How to explain to this child? He couldn’t say he was a Hero three years ago but quit for a normal life. Seeing her serious face, she’d never accept it… But he wasn’t a saint. Maybe slamming his fist into the ground would show her doubt was foolish? No, no… She’d attack reflexively, and he’d have to defend, deepening the misunderstanding…

Hmm…

This is troublesome…

“Actually, I…”

So, Bai Ming opened his eyes, lifted his head, and spoke to Shen Yuan Yuhu.