End Tiger's words sent a few ripples through Chu Sheng's placid-lake eyes, but not because of their content—rather, because of the reason behind them.
"You actually remembered."
Chu Sheng looked at the figure before him with great interest. It still lacked human form, possessing only vague light and color. He smiled. "That does surprise me."
At the same time, End Tiger came to his senses as well. He shook his head in disappointment. "You are not him. So that is how it is. A method of the [Form Cult]? They truly had a fortunate opportunity, creating a Heavenly Person's Form themselves and thinking they could transcend through it. In the end, [Jun] reduced them to ashes and dust."
"Correct."
Chu Sheng nodded. "I saw it in the Form Cult's inheritance: the carefully constructed visage of an Immortal, only to be slain in the end by that true Immortal."
"Instead, this face they had once scorned became the true Heavenly Person's Form—and the Form Cult's supreme inheritance."
"What a bitter irony."
Chu Sheng's appraisal caused a subtle change in End Tiger's voice. Within the figure formed from blurred radiance, two beams of Radiant Light seemed to ignite like a pair of eyes.
"You know more than I imagined."
Chu Sheng gave no ground upon hearing this. He stared straight at End Tiger as well. "That is what I wished to ask. Why does Fellow Daoist know so much?"
Just now, rather than conversing, the two had been crossing blades with words. Both Chu Sheng and End Tiger had wanted to use the intelligence in their possession to seize control of the conversation. Yet neither could do anything to the other; the information each held had been beyond the other's expectations.
In the end, End Tiger was the first to yield.
After