"But the news this junior heard was that after that battle, the Divine Lord vanished without a trace from our You Province." No matter what, Lin Xuan was still a cultivator of the Qin Clan; there was no reason for his elbow to bend outward. Hearing this, he could not help but offer a cold, mocking remark.
"Hmph. You think that old fellow Taixu frightened this Divine Lord into hiding? No. This Divine Lord did suffer some injuries, but none of them were fatal. With a period of recuperation, I would have recovered. The reason I left You Province was because, after that battle, I gained some insights. I estimated that condensing a Nascent Soul would be no problem."
"Then why, senior..." Lin Xuan could not help glancing at the big man before him. Leaving his injuries aside for the moment, his cultivation was still only at the peak of Core Condensation.
"This was all thanks to that traitorous dog, Hun Yuan." Hundred Poisons Divine Lord gnashed his teeth. "Not long after I returned, my master's allotted lifespan came to an end. Before he sat in meditation and passed away, he passed the position to me and had me succeed him as Alliance Grand Elder."
Hearing this, Lin Xuan had already faintly guessed some clues. This Hundred Poisons Divine Lord had behaved far too forcefully. As the saying went, when a tree stands taller than the forest, the wind will surely destroy it. His overly outstanding talent had already drawn envy and hatred, and now that he had obtained his master's inheritance as well, Old Ancestor Hun Yuan, as the eldest senior brother who had been overlooked, naturally could not swallow that breath.
Moreover, Lin Xuan believed Old Ancestor Hun Yuan was absolutely not the piece of trash he described.