Roots
"How could you tell?"
Daoist Feng tilted his head slightly.
There was not the slightest edge to him, as though he were a kindly old man.
Yet his appearance was not old.
Only when one saw those golden-red dual pupils could one sense the weathered antiquity of the primordial wilderness.
Daoist Feng's words caught Tu Shan Jun off guard.
Could this old monster, who had survived the ancient war against Heaven, truly fail to see what technique Yan Fu was using?
Could I have seen it wrong?
Tu Shan Jun suddenly began to doubt himself.
But he immediately rejected that thought.
The female sect master of the Spirit Devil Sect had already gone through reincarnation, and the other cultivator who had inherited the legacy had met no good end. How could Dao Brother alone remain untouched?
Tu Shan Jun had many ways to refute Daoist Feng's words.
He also had plenty of evidence he could lay out.
Yet he could not substantiate a single one. Perhaps whether he produced evidence or not made no difference at all. The knot of this matter did not lie with Yan Fu, but with the old monster before him.
"With Senior's age and cultivation, you should have seen through his tricks at a glance."
Daoist Feng, who was holding Tu Shan Jun's wrist, could not help but smile.
Shaking his head with a smile, he said, "Seniority and age cannot truly add to one's experience. Long years only make a person increasingly solitary, perhaps even inferior to younger cultivators."
"There are many things I cannot see through, especially in many matters."
His emotion showed, but no sorrow accompanied it.
Tu Shan Jun sighed inwardly. This old immortal kept dawdling and hedging, enough to make one die of impatience.
Had he not been caught