"Correct. This old man is merely a wisp of the former Grand Commander's essence soul, weak beyond measure. Fortunately, I possess all his memories—otherwise, why would I need to attach myself to you?"
The aged voice continued to enter his ears, yet it was filled with resentment. "Originally, we agreed to support each other. If one day you could reach the strength for Ascension to Immortality, this old man could also reshape his body and recover the supreme devil power of his previous life. What, now that your wings have hardened, you want to grow fat on broken promises?"
"Grow fat on broken promises? Truly the villain files the first complaint. A dignified True Immortal, yet so shameless."
"True Immortal? What are you talking about? I don't understand."
"Hmph. Since matters have come to this, Foster Father, why must you, old man, keep pretending? Do you really think you can still use clever words and a flattering face to deceive me?" Tian Xiaojian's icy voice entered his ears; the address "Foster Father" was even more full of mockery.
The aged voice fell silent.
Only after the time it took to drink a cup of tea did it let out a breath.
"When did you discover it?"
"Me?"
Tian Xiaojian smiled. "So, you admit it."
"What if I do not admit it? Since you have decided I am a True Immortal, what meaning is there in denying it?" The aged voice entered his ears. Its anger was gone, but it carried a trace of regret. It had originally been only a single step away from his plan.
"That still has a bit of bearing. If you kept flatly denying it, you would have disappointed me too much."
"Kid, I truly underestimated you. I never imagined that an existence from a lower