Expressions could be faked.
Disdain could be faked as well.
Yet the other man's unconstrained manner as he sat cross-legged, lifted his teacup, and drank with serene composure looked genuine no matter how one looked at it.
It made Taijing doubt what his senior brother from the Daoist sect had said.
The Daoist senior brother he spoke of was none other than Tang'an Emperor.
As members of the younger generation, the two had known one another for a long time, so naturally they exchanged pleasantries.
Especially here in the capital of this tiny mortal dynasty, for people like them, it was practically a matter of looking up and seeing each other, looking down and seeing each other again.
Still, both tacitly avoided speaking too deeply with one another.
As Taijing spoke, an almost imperceptible trace of doubt appeared between his brows.
Even among fellow Daoists, or even fellow senior and junior brothers of the same sect, the greatest taboo was speaking too deeply when acquaintance was still shallow.
Lacking restraint was a minor matter. If someone seized upon one's hidden secrets, it could ruin great affairs.
He looked the red-haired cultivator before him up and down.
His face was square and sharply defined.
A faint bluish pallor lay beneath his skin.
Whenever he spoke, his teeth appeared unusually sharp. In some places, two rows of teeth could even be seen. As for the red hair and pair of horns atop his head, Taijing hardly needed to look. Compared to the other features, those two were rather inconspicuous.
A thick, hazy presence surrounded him, so dense that one could not tell whether it was Baleful Intent or the abyss of heaven.
Lord Yan Tian wore a smile at the side and did not refute the Ghost Saint's words.
That made Taijing