Was he blind?
Was a mighty immortal cultivator of the Dongxuan Realm someone he could afford to offend?
As the saying went, ignorance was no crime, but now that he had seen the true master and still did this, then he really was like the old birthday star hanging himself—tired of living.
Could it be that the Ink Flood Dragon King was not stupid, but had gone berserk in cultivation and damaged his head?
There was nothing but shock upon shock.
And yet, thinking this way truly wronged the Ink Flood Dragon King.
The instant Lin Xuan had first appeared, he had indeed been scared out of his wits, cold sweat drenching his entire back. Could it be that he had misjudged things, and Linglong Valley really did have a Dongxuan Realm cultivator holding the fort?
The fear in his heart was easy to imagine. His knees had already gone weak, and he had been about to kneel and kowtow to beg for mercy.
Yet before completing the motion, out of habit, he released his divine sense and swept it swiftly over Lin Xuan.
Afterward, the expression on his face became extremely strange.
He actually could not sense any pressure or flow of spiritual power from the other party. Was there some mistake? Even if the other party was a Dongxuan Realm cultivator, at such close range, with only a few zhang between them, it was impossible for him not to be able to see the other party's depths.
Of this, he was absolutely convinced.
There was only one possibility for such a situation: the other party was not an immortal cultivator at all. Of course a mortal would have no pressure or spiritual power flowing through him.
What a cunning Baisuan Pavilion. Had they actually come up with this