Lin Xuan tried the spirit tea and fruit as well, and their flavor was quite fine. Though they could not be called any extraordinary marvels, they were indeed exceptionally rare. Yet when he raised his head, he saw the old man opposite him wearing an expression as if he wanted to speak but was holding back.
Lin Xuan could not help laughing despite himself. "If you have something to say, fellow Daoist, then speak freely. There's no need to hide it away. This Lin is not some person of perverse and irritable temper, and I won't take offense over a few words."
"Senior is merciful, but..."
When the short, plump old man heard this, his expression eased, yet he still hemmed and hawed, mumbling without being willing to say it plainly.
"What, does fellow Daoist not trust this Lin, or do you think I would grow fat on broken promises?" Lin Xuan's brows lifted, and a displeased look appeared on his face.
"Senior, forgive me. I absolutely have no such intention, only... Very well!" The old man remained hesitant, but he also understood that if this continued, he would only offend this Lin right here. A flash of resolve passed over his face. "Then this junior will be so bold as to speak."
"Please do."
Lin Xuan's face still held an air as light as drifting clouds and gentle breeze. In truth, he had faintly already guessed the other party's doubts.
"May I ask whether Senior is truly a descended True Immortal?"
The old man's cautious voice entered his ears, worried that this one sentence would anger Lin Xuan.
"What do you think?" Lin Xuan asked back, his tone carrying a smile that was not quite a smile.
"I do not know, but..." Seeing that Lin Xuan had not flared