"Gu Clan?!"
The instant Jiang Lin saw the long-haired woman—voluptuous, exceptionally graceful, and veiled in light gauze—his Spiritual Eye flickered. In the next moment, he shouted a familiar name!
"Hmm?!" The Cloud Emperor's brows immediately drew together. She stared deeply at Jiang Lin, floating before her in midair, for a long while before finally relaxing her willow-leaf brows. Her eyes, seemingly holding a pool of autumn water, shimmered faintly as she looked at him. Her red lips parted, her breath fragrant, and she spoke in a gentle tone. "Your identity must be far from ordinary if you could see through my origins at a glance. Especially here on the Origin Qi Continent, where our bodies and souls have long since been assimilated by the Source Qi of this world, yet you could still recognize me. There are not many beings in the Dou Qi Plane capable of such a feat, and among those familiar with the Gu Clan, only members of the Spirit Clan possess such a talent."
"So, you are from the Spirit Clan, aren't you?" The Cloud Emperor quietly watched Jiang Lin with her gentle eyes, a serene smile always resting on her face, her expression somewhat meaningful.
"..." Having his identity guessed so easily left Jiang Lin somewhat speechless.
Was being from the Spirit Clan really that easy to figure out??
But after thinking it over, Jiang Lin realized that if he were in the Cloud Emperor's position, he would have immediately reached the same conclusion.
The reason was simple. In a fantasy world like the Dou Qi Plane, the circles of top-tier races were actually very small. Mortal prodigies with no background who rose against all odds were exceedingly rare—an extremely low-probability occurrence. Thus, when people like the Cloud Emperor discovered someone with extraordinarily sharp perception