Though puzzled, the woman was an ancient reclusive cultivator, and her schemes naturally ran unfathomably deep. Not the slightest surprise showed on that peerlessly beautiful face; instead, she gave a light laugh and spoke. "Hehe, it has only been a few years since we parted. I never imagined Fellow Daoist Lin's cultivation would have advanced to such a degree. Truly, this is worthy of joy and congratulations."
"You are too kind, Fairy. My aptitude is dull; it was merely a lucky chance." Lin Xuan cupped his hands, likewise wearing a face full of spring breeze. If one did not know the grudges and entanglements between the two of them, this scene truly would have looked like old friends reuniting.
"A lucky chance?" Hongling naturally did not take such an excuse to heart. After a slight hesitation, she stared into Lin Xuan's eyes and spoke, enunciating each word. "However, in my view, Fellow Daoist's realm is somewhat unusual. It does not seem as if you have truly condensed a Nascent Soul."
Good grief!
Even Lin Xuan could not help feeling a few traces of admiration rise in his heart.
The other party had not played along with empty courtesies in the slightest, but had cut straight to the heart of the matter.
She had asked so bluntly that she had blocked off even the space for him to muddle through.
On the surface, Lin Xuan remained calm and collected, yet countless thoughts had already flashed through his mind. At a time like this, he absolutely could not lose in momentum; otherwise, the slightest show of weakness might give the other party a mistaken impression. And unless things truly reached the point of no return, Lin Xuan did not want to fight this woman.
Though he might not necessarily lose, his chances