"Correct."
Lin Xuan nodded in acknowledgment. After all, as far as he was concerned, there was no need to deny anything.
And with just those few words, his earlier speculation had been confirmed as well: the ancient ruins before him were indeed connected to the Ink Moon Tribe.
He had worn out iron shoes searching with no trace, only to find it without the slightest effort. Lin Xuan's face filled with delight. This treasure hunt might bring him an unexpected harvest.
Of course, it was still too early to say anything definite, but deep in Lin Xuan's heart, anticipation had already begun to rise.
"In that case, fellow Daoist truly obtained a treasure passed down by my Ink Moon Tribe. The cultivation art you practice—is it the Ink Moon Heaven Witch Art?" That crisp, pleasant voice entered his ears, now clearly carrying a trace of nervousness.
There was even a hint of expectation within it.
Though it was not especially obvious, Lin Xuan truly sensed it. Could it be...
"Correct."
And so Lin Xuan confirmed the other party's guess once more. He did not lie, nor did he make empty evasions.
"Truly?"
Great joy appeared on the statue's face, and even a somewhat anxious, gain-and-loss expression surfaced there. Even her voice trembled a little. "Fellow Daoist, you truly cultivate the Ink Moon Heaven Witch Art, and have reached the early Tribulation Transcendence Stage?"
Faced with this question, a trace of hesitation flashed across Lin Xuan's face, but he still decided to tell the truth. "Well, what Lin has learned is rather broad. I have cultivated more than one art before; one could say I have dabbled a little in all the major immortal cultivation schools. However, my primary cultivation art is indeed the Ink Moon Heaven Witch Art."
Originally, Lin