"Patriarch Kunnan?" Lin Xuan's expression shifted.
"What, have you heard of him before, fellow Daoist?"
"No. I only thought this senior's sobriquet rather unusual. Is he very famous?" Lin Xuan said without batting an eye.
"Oh!" Zhang Song let out a breath, yet a trace of fear faintly showed on his face, as if even mentioning this man's name was no small taboo. He turned his head and looked around before slowly speaking.
"Patriarch Kunnan is a renowned giant owl of a devil on Demon Spirit Island. The cultivation art he practices is extremely special. Although he is only a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, his divine abilities are strange and unfathomable. It's said he isn't much inferior even to mid-stage old monsters. And he is cruel by nature, and shields his own to the extreme. Never mind juniors like us—even those large sects and clans would not dare provoke him lightly. He can be called the most infamous figure in the cultivation world over the past hundred years."
"Oh." Lin Xuan nodded, his face giving nothing away, though he muttered inwardly. It seemed that by slaughtering that man surnamed Jin, he had unintentionally stirred up a great disaster. Of course... Lin Xuan did not care.
First, with his current divine abilities, plus the help of the Corpse Demon Yue'er, even if Patriarch Kunnan came, it was still uncertain who would be afraid of whom.
Second, the man surnamed Jin had already returned to the underworld. At the time, apart from himself, only Ye Ping'er had been present. That girl valued affection and righteousness; she absolutely could not betray him. So what if Patriarch Kunnan knew his beloved disciple had been killed? If he could not find the murderer, wouldn't he only be left brooding by himself?
Thinking