"What, could it be that fellow Daoist recognizes me?"
A trace of surprise showed on Fairy Baicao's face.
"No. Lin merely, by a chance coincidence, once heard the fairy's great name."
Lin Xuan spoke with a slight smile, not the slightest unusual color on his face.
"So that is how it is. I am deeply honored."
Fairy Baicao did not doubt him, but this woman did not know that Lin Xuan's words were actually a deliberate lie—or rather, he had concealed part of the truth.
That was right. Lin Xuan had never met Fairy Baicao before.
But her great name was by no means something he had merely heard by chance coincidence.
If one traced it to the root and dug to the bottom, the two of them actually had quite a connection.
Shangguan Ling and Shangguan Yan had both been born in the Hundred Herb Sect, and this Fairy Baicao, as her name suggested, was the founding ancestor of the Hundred Herb Sect.
In the past, the Hundred Herb Sect had also flourished for a time; it was only later that it had declined.
Things changed and time moved on. The present Hundred Herb Sect had already become a memory in his mind. Weighing the pros and cons, Lin Xuan did not bring up this piece of the past to Fairy Baicao.
There was no great meaning in it; it would only give rise to complications for no reason.
As the saying went, less trouble was better than more. Lin Xuan's attitude was extremely practical.
Speaking fairly, Fairy Baicao did have a bit of doubt in her heart, but no matter how clever and quick-witted she was, she could not guess that there was still such a tangle of old debts and grievances between the two sides.
No matter