There was no other reason. His familiarity with Crying River Demon Venerable was hardly ordinary—this demon's "soul fragment" had followed him for several centuries, nearly a thousand years.
It could be said that among all the ancient demons he knew, Crying River Demon Venerable was the one he was most "familiar" with.
Of course, it was merely like viewing flowers through mist—this demon's soul fragment had revealed exceedingly limited information about its true body. Even now, all he knew was Crying River Demon Venerable's "Nethergod soul fragment"; he knew almost nothing about its true body.
Had the black-haired man not revealed it today, he would not even have known whether Crying River Demon Venerable was male or female.
Crying River Demon Venerable's assumed name, "Li Linggu," leaned feminine... but according to what he had said at the outset, it was merely the name of a female cultivator he had once possessed, not something derived from himself. Naturally, it could not be used to determine his gender.
Still... even if this demon had claimed to be a female ancient demon, Wei Tu likely would not have readily believed such easily acquired, unverified intelligence.
"Besides, whether this ancient demon is female is unimportant... What truly matters is that Crying River Demon Venerable is the Dao companion personally fostered by this 'innate ancient demon,' and that he holds a demonic restriction capable of controlling Crying River Demon Venerable..." Wei Tu looked down at the jade casket imprisoning the black-haired man in his hand, his gaze flickering incessantly.
"Only—"
"It's too much of a coincidence."
Wei Tu secretly frowned.
But after reconsidering it, he gradually came to terms with the matter.
He had first encountered Crying River Demon Venerable, then encountered his Dao companion. It appeared coincidental, but perhaps it was inevitability within chance.