Lu Yang admitted that he had indeed panicked for an instant.
But the next second, he regained his composure. Same old saying: the Spirit Immortal's true body had not been seized in one fell swoop. No matter how bitter things got, it was only the avatar suffering.
"Calamity Waves!"
Though he said that, Lu Yang still used Cave Illumination Mystique to wash over himself several more times. After taking a few deep breaths, he finally looked at Xiaohai True Person.
"Actually, it's very simple."
Without so much as a change in expression or heartbeat, Lu Yang casually spouted nonsense. "Mu Changsheng and I have some friendship. What's so strange about him being willing to lend me his divine ability?"
"Really?"
Xiaohai True Person—or rather, Sky Soaring beneath that skin—smiled faintly. He all but had the words "I don't believe you" written across his face, clearly half-believing and half-doubting.
"That Non-Existent Heaven is indeed quite interesting, but no more than that. The True Lords will never permit Mu Changsheng to ascend by relying on it. Or rather, anyone may ascend, except him. His path was a dead end from the very beginning, so why must you befriend him, Fellow Daoist?"
Sky Soaring's eyes were full of scrutiny.
He had long been curious about just who this Fellow Daoist was—the one who had not only uncovered his identity and schemes, but had even exchanged blows with him across the void and gained a slight upper hand.
Yet Lu Yang did not answer.
I'm not actually a True Lord. I don't know many of these secrets at all. The more I say, the more mistakes I'll make. Better to keep silent and play the expert!
"Fellow Daoist, will you not answer?"
Seeing Lu Yang remain silent, Sky Soaring put on an unfathomably composed