"That Silver-Winged Corpse Demon was indeed at the Spirit Division stage. Even this old man has puzzled over that point a hundred times without finding an answer. However, you should know full well what the Bright Mirror Devil Art I cultivate is capable of. Leaving aside its other divine abilities, so long as someone appears within several feet of me, even a Saint Ancestor, or those Tribulation Transcendence-level old monsters among cultivators, would have absolutely no way to hide their cultivation."
Fu Yaozhou spoke each word with deliberate emphasis, appearing utterly confident.
Yanshan Ancestor also fell silent. He naturally knew the profundity of the Bright Mirror Devil Art; otherwise, he would not have sought confirmation from Fu Yaozhou.
"How do I know you aren't lying to me?"
"If Fellow Daoist insists on saying that, then there is nothing Fu can do. You and I were never friends to begin with. If not for that matter, do you think Fu would bother meddling in other people's business?"
Fu Yaozhou first froze, then began complaining in displeasure, his expression growing even gloomier. Clearly, he was already extremely dissatisfied.
"Fine. I'll believe you. Considering that person's face, I doubt you would deceive this old man. Falsifying this matter would benefit neither you nor me."
"Hmph. As long as you understand."
"A mere Dongxuan Realm cultivator dared humiliate this old man so. I'll make him unable to live and unable to die." Yanshan Ancestor turned his head back, fierce light shooting from his eyes.
He had never forgotten the humiliation at the auction for even a moment. If Lin Xuan had been an existence of the same rank and could also control Corpse Demons, then however depressed he felt, he would have had no choice but to pinch his nose and endure it. But