"You're sure the magic-power fluctuations belonged to Lin Kid?"
"I wouldn't dare say I'm one hundred percent certain, but the possibility is no small matter. After all, I once crossed hands with him. No matter what, I would never forget what the attributes of that kid's magic-power fluctuations were like," Marquis Heaven Origin said in this manner.
"Hmph. That reasoning is sound enough, but a thousand years have passed, after all. Who would dare guarantee your senses definitely didn't make a mistake?" the old man's disapproving voice entered his ears.
"So what if I'm wrong? This marquis has already said that my hatred for that Lin Kid is as deep as the sea. I absolutely will not let go of even the slightest spider's thread or horse's track," Marquis Heaven Origin's voice entered his ears, anger forcibly suppressed within it; he was clearly growing somewhat impatient.
"It is not that this immortal does not believe you. Rather, according to what you said, back then, that little fellow surnamed Lin was nothing more than a Spirit Division Stage existence. The reason he harmed you so miserably was also because you fell into a scheme. Otherwise, if victory and defeat were decided by strength, that Lin Kid would not have been worth fighting at all, no?"
"Correct."
Marquis Heaven Origin said it proudly.
This was also the point he could not let go of most.
His own strength had clearly far surpassed the other party's, yet he had been pit-misled so miserably by the other party's scheme. Otherwise, why would he have fallen to such a panicked state, like a dog that had lost its home?
"Hmph. Then here is the problem. Lin Xuan at that time was merely a junior at the Spirit Division Stage. Now, even if one counted to