The thought flashed through his mind, but not the slightest trace showed on his face. Failing to see that it was an incarnation had indeed been his mistake, but there was nothing much to be vexed about.
Even the wise, after a thousand considerations, were bound to miss one thing; even immortals could hardly avoid making mistakes.
No matter what, he was still the victor in this round. He would use the Soul Searching Technique first.
Although the emotions and memories carried by a Spirit Division were limited, not as complete as those of a Second Nascent Soul, that was fine. More or less, he would always be able to obtain some clue.
Yet at that very moment, a thunderous boom rang in his ears.
"Not good!"
Lin Xuan abruptly raised his head, but it was already too late. He saw devilish energy swarming out in a rush—Tian Xiaojian's External Incarnation had actually self-destructed.
A miscalculation!
Lin Xuan flew into a towering rage. In an instant, his face darkened like storm clouds about to break into rain.
Damn it. How had he failed to guard against this? That damned fellow Tian Xiaojian was simply too firm and decisive. The moment he fell into enemy hands, he immediately chose the path of self-destruction, without the slightest hesitation.
Lin Xuan fell silent. If he had changed places with him, his reaction would have been no different.
"To think he's this troublesome. As expected of my 'good brother.'" Lin Xuan drew a deep breath, and then his expression calmed as well. Drawing water with a bamboo basket—hard work all for nothing. In the end, the two of them could be considered to have fought to a draw.
But that was fine. The days ahead were long; only the one who laughed last was