Gulp!
Lin Xuan swallowed, feeling as if his throat had been scorched by fire. His whole body was inexplicably uncomfortable too. The other party clearly had not released his spiritual pressure, yet Lin Xuan still felt as though he were bound by some enormous force.
That name grew clearer and clearer in his mind.
Though it was unbelievable, aside from him, Lin Xuan truly found it hard to match any other mighty existence of the Spirit World with the man before his eyes.
"Senior, are you Nailong True Person?"
Lin Xuan's weak voice entered their ears.
"Oh? You actually know me?" Curiosity appeared on the man's face. Wang Tinglou, off to the side, wore almost the same expression, as if he had never expected Lin Xuan to be able to call out his companion's identity.
"Nailong True Person?"
Those ancient devils heard it perfectly clearly as well. Among them, the man in the lead seemed to recall something, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
"Your Excellency truly is Senior Nailong?"
Although he had been more than eighty percent certain in his heart, hearing the other party admit it personally gave Lin Xuan an entirely different feeling.
For a moment, all sorts of legends flooded into his mind.
Nailong could be said to be the highest-ranking existence Lin Xuan had seen since stepping onto the path of immortality.
Devil Ancestor Bingpo did not count. After all, she had only been a wisp of Split Soul; how could that compare to Nailong's true body?
In the Spirit World, the Human Race and Demon Race stood like the legs of a cauldron. The Human Race had the Three Great Loose Immortals, and the Demon Race had the Three Great Demon Kings. Their divine abilities and cultivation all pierced heaven and earth, and