Lin Xuan was curious, but with his depth of composure, not the slightest unusual expression showed on his face. Whatever Tian Xiaojian had come here for, there was no conflict between the two of them anyway. At this moment, he had actually helped Lin Xuan out of trouble.
As for being targeted by the Demon Corpse and what sort of situation Tian Xiaojian was in, Lin Xuan did not take it to heart at all. If he had to say, he was rather gloating over another's misfortune.
Although the two of them had cooperated several times, they absolutely could not be called friends. Toward this former Young Master of Extreme Evil, Lin Xuan was rather wary.
The treasure Meng Ruyan had given him was indeed extraordinary. Seeing that neither of them had recognized him, Lin Xuan greased the soles of his shoes and very shamelessly ran off.
"Fellow Daoist, were you calling me?"
Tian Xiaojian's brows lifted slightly, surprise and suspicion rising in his heart. He had racked his brains and even gone so far as to disguise himself as a woman—could it be that his tracks had still been exposed?
On his face, however, he still betrayed nothing. He would see how things stood first.
"That's right. This old man feels like old friends at first sight with you, Fellow Daoist, and there are a few matters I would like to discuss with you." The old man spoke slowly, his expression utterly calm. Yet in his heart he was wild with joy. As the Fourth Elder of Li Soul Valley, this fellow had an illustrious background; whatever pills or spirit herbs he normally needed, he could simply order his disciples to go search for them.
This time, however, was different. The demonic art he cultivated had happened to reach