"As if what?" The old man's expression grew even more solemn.
"As if I were facing Fourth Grand-Uncle. It felt like the other party was terrifying, as if he could annihilate me at any moment." When the woman said this, it was as though something had occurred to her, and her expression turned somewhat unsettled.
"In that case, the other party is very likely an old monster at the Spirit Division level."
"A Spirit Division Saint Race member?"
"Exactly. Only that would explain it. Little Sister, you know very well that although the technique you cultivate is slightly less powerful than your foolish elder brother's, when it comes to certain inexplicable perceptions, it has an inconceivable effect, and it is rarely wrong. To make you feel this apprehensive—how could a Dongxuan Realm existence possibly do that? The other party is definitely a Spirit Division-level old monster," the old man analyzed with perfect logic.
"That's right. I thought so too. Otherwise, how could he, all alone, have hunted down so many Scorpion-Tailed Mice and preserved their pelts to such a complete degree? Looking across the entire clan, only Fourth Grand-Uncle could accomplish that." The woman nodded. "However, there is one point that does not quite make sense."
"What is it that puzzles you, Little Sister?" the old man asked with great concern. Matters like this had to be weighed over and over before one could possibly approach the truth.
"If the other party truly is a Spirit Division existence, what is he collecting Dongxuan Realm talismans for? Isn't that drawing legs on a snake?" the woman said, perplexed.
"So that is what you are curious about, Little Sister. What is strange about that? There are many possibilities. Perhaps he intends to give them to junior disciples, or perhaps to supplement his