"Heh, fellow Daoist, there is no need to be overly modest. I, Huang, am not offering idle praise. To tell you the truth, because of my lineage, I have studied quite a number of miscellaneous arts, and among them is the art of reading faces and observing qi. Fellow Daoist's facial features are indeed different from those of a mortal. You are no thing of the pond; your future is without limit. That is why I was thick-skinned enough to seek your acquaintance. I hope fellow Daoist will not take offense."
These words were utterly open and candid, and as Lin Xuan listened, his favorable impression rose greatly. Though he knew nothing of face-reading arts, he certainly had some ability to judge people. This erudite scholar before him, who called himself Huangting Sect, truly did seem like a modest and honorable gentleman.
The cultivation world was full of people who deceived and schemed against one another. When it came to playing conspiracies, Lin Xuan never lagged behind anyone, but that did not mean he genuinely enjoyed calculating against others. It was merely a means to survive in the cultivation world. If he had a choice, Lin Xuan naturally still wished to make a few openhearted friends.
The person before him clearly met that standard.
As for the art of reading faces, it was one of the hundred arts of cultivation, only a rather obscure one. Because it offered little help on the path of immortality, very few cultivators were willing to learn it.
And the mortal-world arts of face-reading and fortune-telling had been passed down from this very art. Of course, what ordinary people in the secular world learned could not compare at all with what cultivators possessed. Though the two came from the same source, their actual effects were