Author: Poet An'an
As the foremost expert, Tinglou had to maintain a certain degree of bearing. Thus, acting casually would be beneath his status.
But then a "weirdo" suddenly ran up before you and said, "Kid, just you wait, I'm here." Just as guessed earlier, this was an old senior with a history, one about to discuss the past and present. He looked to be another figure of towering fame, like the Hundred Poisons Divine Lord of old?
History was always astonishingly similar. Back then, Lin Xuan had cultivated poisonfire through the Hundred Poisons Divine Lord. Now, little brother Tian had also encountered someone similar to the Divine Lord, and whose methods appeared even more profound. Wasn't that wonderful?
Such an arrangement was reasonable and justified. On one hand, it could be tied to Tinglou; on the other, it could allow Tian Xiaojian to advance to the late stage, or even Lihe. His future path of immortal cultivation would become even more "wonderful." Hehehe.
Little Sword, keep it up! At the critical moment, you mustn't fall behind.