Of course, he did not quite believe such a guess either. How could a Demon Race member who had gone mad possibly have reached such a level of cultivation?
Unless he had suffered some kind of shock.
It had to be said that Tian Xiaojian was an extremely clever person. With this line of conjecture, he had actually guessed correctly.
Unfortunately, it was of no help. Guessing correctly at this moment came with no reward; the key was how to resolve the difficult problem before him.
"This junior pays his respects to fellow Daoist. May I ask why you have come here? If you have any instructions, this junior will certainly do his utmost to carry them out."
Tian Xiaojian spoke with a respectful expression, his smile even more perfectly amiable, but in truth, his heart was guarded to the extreme. Logically speaking, since they were both at Lihe, even if there was a great gap between the early stage and late stage, they should still address each other as peers. Yet at this moment, he deliberately lowered his stance.
As the saying went, one did not strike a smiling face. What did it matter if he called himself a junior, as long as he could resolve the crisis before him?
Unfortunately, this calculation was doomed to have no place to be used.
The Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King had gotten a bellyful of anger from Lin Xuan. How could he still have the mood to waste words with the brat before him? He only wanted to kill him to vent his fury.
"No need to waste your breath. Since you are a human cultivator and have encountered this old man, you can only blame your own bad luck. I will pull out your tendons and flay your skin."
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