Although Tinglou had never cultivated any mind-reading art, he could guess Lin Xuan's thoughts at the moment more or less accurately. However, he was not angry. In the cultivation world, the weak were prey to the strong; even the closest of friends might take advantage of someone's peril under such circumstances.
An immortal's treasure—who would not want to embezzle it? Splitting it with another was merely a choice made out of helplessness.
If Lin Xuan truly were that careless, open-hearted sort of person, lacking in schemes, then even if his divine abilities were twice as strong, he absolutely could not have walked the path of cultivation to this point.
Although compared to himself, Lin Xuan was much younger, he was also an old monster tempered by countless bouts of deception and intrigue.
Having such a strong sense of vigilance was only normal. What was there to blame?
The battle just now had been brief, but Lin Xuan had consumed an enormous amount of true essence. Apart from the beginning and the very end, it could be said that Lin Xuan had relied on his strength alone, exhausting every trick he had, and only then had he barely slain this demon.
At most, only a third of his magic power at its peak remained. To be fair, Wang Tinglou had indeed felt killing intent. This was a good opportunity to get rid of a competitor.
However, Lin Xuan's methods were like a kaleidoscope. He had actually taken out a heaven-defying thing like Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk, instantly restoring the true essence he had consumed.
After witnessing Lin Xuan's strength just now, Wang Tinglou did not think Lin Xuan was stronger than himself, but he also would no longer regard him as an ordinary early-stage cultivator. Instead, he placed him on the same