Inside Pangu Hall, Qing Xuan and Dijiang sat cross-legged, drinking tea and chatting. Then Dijiang spoke.
"Fellow Daoist Qing Xuan, may I ask what cultivation technique you practice?"
Hearing this, Qing Xuan looked at Dijiang in confusion. Asking such an impolite question right away—what was he trying to do?
Perhaps afraid Qing Xuan would misunderstand, Dijiang immediately continued.
"Earlier, I witnessed Fellow Daoist battling the Three Pure Ones atop Kunlun Mountain. From your Dharma Body, I sensed a trace of a familiar aura. May I ask whether you cultivate the Nine Revolutions Profound Art?"
Qing Xuan understood at once. So that was what this was about. He did not hide it and said,
"That is correct. My body-refining technique is the Nine Revolutions Profound Art taught to me by Great God Pangu." An idea suddenly came to Qing Xuan, and he continued.
"Not only that, after I took form, Pangu Big Brother appeared in my mind. He said that we were brothers, except he had been born several Eons before me. After saying that, he passed down the technique to me and left an image in my mind to aid my cultivation."
Dijiang froze. He had merely harbored a suspicion and casually asked, never expecting Qing Xuan to reveal so much information. For a moment, he felt Qing Xuan was as straightforward as Zhurong.
"I never expected such a thing. Fellow Daoist Qing Xuan, could you show me the image in your mind?" Dijiang asked enthusiastically. He was extremely interested in the image left behind by Father God. As for Qing Xuan's claim that he and Father God were brothers, Dijiang pretended not to hear it.
Qing Xuan readily agreed. After all, everyone in the Primordial Wilderness knew that when dealing with the Wu Clan, only directness could earn their