Wang Jixuan had long understood—and already put into practice—a very simple principle.
As a side note.
A senior brother from his sect had once taught him all sorts of tricks for traveling and gaining experience. For instance, when sweeping through a Market Town for goods, if he spotted something rare, he absolutely could not let his eyes light up immediately. He had to probe indirectly, bargaining with some other rare item that looked normally expensive, and preferably include the truly rare object as an incidental add-on.
Wang Jixuan had tried this himself afterward. During the one or two times he had gone out to gain experience, he had used this method.
Then those independent cultivators in the Market Town had conned him so badly he had nearly pawned his Daoist robe!
The same principles applied everywhere.
If he directly questioned Ye Zi about the source of this intelligence, she would definitely become wary.
His Soul of Kindness Plan could not withstand close scrutiny. If examined closely, it would reveal countless flaws.
Now, he had to immerse himself in the role.
He was a lone soul exiled by Demonic Thought.
A wanderer in a foreign land.
Playing a Righteous Path Cultivator was also one of his strengths... Pah! He was a Righteous Path Cultivator to begin with! There was absolutely nothing wrong with his thinking!
Daoist Wang swiftly slipped into character.
While Ye Zi went to change clothes, his remnant soul began trying to break free from the restraints of the barrier she had left behind.
He had only struggled a few times when Ye Zi came bouncing back in a light blue dress, her face blooming like peach blossoms.
If someone saw her for the first time, they would probably describe her as energetic, lively and cheerful, bright and dazzling.