"That was a very, very long time ago, but I still remember it clearly, because back then, I was also one of the guards protecting the altar."
Xueling's faint voice drifted into his ears, but her gaze had grown somewhat unfocused. Clearly, she had recalled old events sealed deep within her memory.
"Fairy, you were also a guard protecting the altar?"
Lin Xuan was struck with shock. Though the Xueling before him was now only a wisp of remnant soul, her true body had also been a Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator.
An existence with such strength, no matter where she was placed, could be called a regional overlord. Although in ancient times the Ink Moon Tribe had produced experts in droves, for a dignified Tribulation Transcendence Stage ancestor to be merely a guard protecting the altar was still far too absurd.
Calling it a waste of great talent on a petty task would not be an exaggeration.
Lin Xuan thought this in his heart, and naturally, a trace of it showed on his face.
"Young Master has misunderstood. At that time, I had not yet advanced to the Tribulation Transcendence Stage. I was only at the Mid-Spirit Division Stage," Xueling hurriedly added.
"So that's how it was."
Only then did Lin Xuan come to a realization. Though the strength of the Mid-Spirit Division Stage could also be considered quite extraordinary, with the Ink Moon Tribe's power, having someone of that level serve as a guard protecting the altar was not strange.
After all, that altar itself was the Ink Moon Tribe's most important forbidden ground, not to mention that the Blue Star Sea was also enshrined there now.
Lin Xuan was such a clever person that in the blink of an eye, he figured out the key points within. Yet