"What? True Immortal Ruins? Are you certain, fellow Daoist?"
Lin Xuan's face, too, showed undisguised shock. Clever as he was, full of stratagems, he never could have imagined that Fairy Miaoyin had come to seek him out late at night for this.
True Immortals were far too distant for ordinary Cultivators.
However, as far as beings of their Tribulation Transcendence Stage were concerned, they were not existences that could only be gazed at from afar, forever out of reach.
Anything related to a True Immortal would naturally move Lin Xuan to the extreme; perhaps hidden within was the secret of ascending in radiant clouds.
Yet Lin Xuan's eyes still carried doubt—or rather, he retained a measure of vigilance. After sizing up the young woman before him from head to toe, he weighed his words and spoke: "True Immortal Ruins? Are you certain, fellow Daoist?"
"Brother Lin has already seen that fragment of the Immortal Mansion Treasure. I wouldn't dare say I'm one hundred percent certain, but according to this little sister's deductions, there shouldn't be any mistake." Fairy Miaoyin's voice and tone both seemed brimming with confidence.
"Why seek me out?"
"What?"
"The foundation of your esteemed sect needs no explanation from Lin; fellow Daoist knows it well. Heavenly Sound Palace can rank among the top five in the Spirit World, and there are over a dozen Tribulation Transcendence Stage beings alone. In terms of strength, even if you wished to explore True Immortal Ruins, you would by no means lack manpower. Whether by sentiment or reason, there is no need to look for me..."
This was precisely what left Lin Xuan unable to make heads or tails of it despite pondering a hundred times.
By common sense, news like this should be kept secret with all possible haste—where was