"What?"
Even with Lin Xuan's willpower far surpassing that of ordinary men, hearing the other party say this made his expression change sharply. He raised his right hand, and an incantation shot from his fingertip.
Those red rays immediately drew in and no longer fired toward Heaven Ghost Master, but they still wrapped densely around him, serving as a threat.
"How did you know?"
Lin Xuan's cold voice entered his ears, his face dark to the extreme. What he hated most was matters slipping beyond his control. Just how had the other party seen through this secret?
"Fellow Daoist, don't misunderstand. This old man was only guessing. After this lesson, I absolutely won't dare harbor the slightest evil thought toward you again." Heaven Ghost Master's face was filled with lingering fear. He had very little soul power left; if he were injured again, then his soul truly would scatter into nothing.
"Is that so?" Lin Xuan would no longer believe his flowery words. "Guessing? How did you guess it? If Lin remembers correctly, you should know nothing at all about my origins."
"Fellow Daoist, don't be angry. This old man truly does not know your origins. However, I am, after all, someone who ran unhindered through the Demon World for tens of thousands of years, and my experience is extremely rich. Since Fellow Daoist is an immortal cultivator, and at the Dongxuan Realm, then needless to say, you must be a visitor from the Spirit World, here to participate in the Spirit Division Trial. If you ask how I know, this matter must be traced back to twenty thousand years ago. By a chance encounter, this old man met an immortal cultivator from the Spirit World who had come to participate in the Spirit Division Trial, and I drew out