Lin Xuan knew that well.
But so what?
Mystic Ice Ancestor coming for him was only theoretically possible.
The odds of it actually happening were not high.
Whether that old monster was in secluded cultivation or had run into some danger, in short, nine times out of ten, he was probably unable to look after himself. Otherwise, how could these incarnations have developed their own memories and emotions?
From this point, one could infer that Mystic Ice Ancestor had most likely encountered a heaven-sized calamity.
Whether he could even extricate himself was a question, so how could he possibly threaten Lin Xuan?
After all, to the Ice Sea Realm, Lin Xuan was merely a passerby. It would not be long before he left. When the time came, even if the old monster broke free, what could he do? Could he truly, for the sake of face, run all the way to the Nailong Realm to hunt him down?
That was clearly impossible!
Besides, there were not that many coincidences in the world. Just as Lin Xuan happened to arrive here, the old monster would emerge from his predicament? One had to know that Xiang'er's adoptive father had likewise been an incarnation of Mystic Ice Ancestor, and when he fell, there had similarly been no sign of news from that old monster.
Taking ten thousand steps back...
Even if Mystic Ice truly broke free and, for the sake of face, wanted to seek revenge on him, did that mean Lin Xuan would definitely be afraid?
The answer was no.
When facing a powerful enemy, if he could not beat them, could he not hide? Lin Xuan had offended Saint Ancestor Bingpo and had still dared to go to the Demon World.
In the end, had he not returned here safe and