No, that was wrong. It was not a question of cost. The attack the other party had just launched had not been driven by devilish Qi at all. The Mysterious Youth's face turned incomparably ugly. His eyes narrowed, and his voice entered Lin Xuan's ears word by word. "You are not of the Saint Race, but an immortal cultivator from the Spirit World?"
"Correct."
Lin Xuan spoke with his expression as calm as ever, showing not the slightest intention of concealing it. Now that the two of them were already in a situation where one would not rest until the other was dead, whether he was of the Devil Race or an immortal cultivator would have no effect on the current state of affairs at all.
Since that was the case, why bother covering it up?
The youth's expression grew even gloomier. After a moment of silence, he unexpectedly spoke. "I never thought you would actually be a spy from the Spirit World. But it doesn't matter. This venerable one does not care what your identity is. Since you are not of the Saint Race, we may instead be able to have a talk."
"Not being of the Saint Race means there is room for discussion instead? What does Your Excellency mean by that? Could it be that you wish to fool me?" Lin Xuan's expressionless voice entered his ears. He was not someone so easily deceived.
When the Mysterious Youth heard this, a stern light flashed across his face, but as if he had thought of something, he forcibly suppressed his anger. "Boy, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. True, compared with Saint Race members of the same rank, your strength is indeed a great deal higher. But if this venerable one is willing to pay