"Correct. My family ancestor is Poison Dragon Venerable. I wonder if Senior has heard of him?" the man standing in the middle said slowly. On the surface, he was extremely respectful, but in truth, there was a veiled hint of reminder in his words.
"Poison Dragon Venerable?"
Lin Xuan frowned. "What relation is he to Ancestor Poison Dragon?"
"Senior has heard of my ancestor's great name?" The richly dressed man's expression grew even more respectful. "Venerable and Devil Ancestor both refer to the same person. They are merely different titles fellow Daoists use for my ancestor."
"So that's how it is." Lin Xuan nodded, a look of understanding appearing on his face.
"May I ask... what relationship Senior has with these mortals?" The richly dressed man secretly glanced at Lin Xuan's expression, then spoke carefully.
"I was merely passing by," Lin Xuan said indifferently, his thoughts impossible to read in the slightest.
"Passing by?"
The three of them let out a breath of relief. The great stone weighing on their hearts had finally fallen to the ground, but Lin Xuan's next sentence made them feel as if they had plunged into an ice cellar.
"Although I was passing by, Lin has some ties with these mortals after all, and I had already planned to avenge them. Besides, since you've gotten yourselves tangled up with that old bastard Poison Dragon, you can obediently go to the Underworld."
The three were horrified. One by one, their faces turned deathly pale. Naturally, they were unwilling to sit with hands bound and wait for death, and each transformed into a Startling Rainbow, fleeing in different directions.
Facing Foundation Establishment Realm immortal cultivators, Lin Xuan had not the slightest intention of chasing them. He raised his right hand and pointed forward, seeming slow yet in